A Season for Everything

Yesterday afternoon, I was barely in the driveway before the car was surrounded by Megan and several other girls from the neighborhood. I just had to come see something sooooooo cute before I went in the house. I didn’t know yet what was soooooooo cute, but being a mother, I knew the “Can I have one’s” were going to start as soon as I saw it.

“It” turned out to be a puppy. It was indeed, sooooooooo cute with it’s mix of all the best features of a basset hound and a beagle….the owner called it a “bagel.” Sigh. We just call him “Elvis.” Yep, that’s right. I lost my mind when confronted by those sad basset eyes, the long droopy ears, saggy face, and the adorable way he waddles on his stubby little legs. Currently he’s asleep, wrapped around my foot with his face jammed into my slipper. I’m loathed to move. It was a rough night for Megan. This is supposed to be her puppy and we are enforcing the whole “you wanted him, you will take care of him” thing. She came to our room around 5:00 on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I think. Elvis is just a baby, 6 1/2 weeks old, and missing Mom and his 8 siblings. He cried most of the night. I took Elvis under my wing and sent Megan back to bed. I hope tonight will go better. I also hope Scooby decides he’s tolerable, maybe when he’s a little older. So far Scooby is not thrilled with a stubby little clown of a puppy jumping all over him, tugging on his ears and crying pitifully for his company. Scoob’s developed a low, rumbling, irritated, you’re-on-my-last-nerve-kid growl that seems to be his main way of communicating with Elvis. I’m giving him lots of extra attention so he should adapt in time.

The camera is in Megan’s room and there is no way I’m opening her door until I have to get her up for our hair appointment. I’ll try to get a picture of the new addition on here later.