and rudeness.: Branded for life.

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and rudeness
of the week.

fastlane rudeness.

You know when your schedule is so busy you dont even have time to stop and think? And you cant even remember what day it is? But all you know is you have to be somewhere NOW and you have to go to the store NOW and you have to drop off something NOW and you have to GO NOW AND DO NOW AND BE NOW! And OMG! I am in the fastlane, been stuck here for 3 days and I dont think I'm getting out for a couple more days.

and rudeness.

and old rudeness.

and find rudeness.

Branded for life.

This week we have been babysitting my parents dog. Java. Their dog is something else. A terror. A digger. An escape artist. A destroyer. Yet a lover. Bubba is always so thrilled to have a "DOGGEEEE" around. The dog gets more hugs than me or husband COMBINED when Java is here. Yeah, and I am jealous. (Maybe not hairy enough?)

Throughout the last year we have gone through two stages. 1. We are DEFINATELY getting Bubba a cat. and 2. We are DEFINATELY getting Bubba a dog.

She has been stuck on everything DOGGEEE for quite awhile now and we thought that is what we really wanted to get. However, dogs are a ton of work. A ton. I personally am a dog lover. Mr Bubba, dirty cat lover all the way.

When Bubba was born we had 2 dogs. A great pyrenese (Noah) and a standard poodle (Connor). Both larger dogs, with Noah weighing about 110 pounds! I had had them before Mr. Bubba and I got together for about 3 years. They were my boys. When we moved to Wisconsin and settled into our duplex, we realized we just didn't have the space and time to take care of them the way they needed. Bubba was 3 months old when a friend of my parents, that had a farm, took the boys in and welcomed them as her own. Both of them were incredibly happy and finally had the space and love they needed.

But I was a wreck. And relieved at the same time. It always drove me crazy when people would give up their animals just because they had a baby. It literally pissed me off and now, I obviously understand. But I still feel guilty to this day that I basically gave up my boys. So when I think about getting an animal, I feel like shit. If I walk into the Humane Society they'll kick me out into the street. Don't give this woman an animal, she'll just give it up.

I know we will atleast wait another year before getting an animal. And probably a cat. Or a smaller doggeee. I just get so anxious thinking about it.

Posted by and rudeness on Sunday, November 05, 2006 at 2:59 PM
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I'm so sorry you had to give up your babies. What is it with kids and dogs anyway? Ryan has been asking for a dog too. We have the room..but I'm much more of a cat lover than dog. I think we'll wait a while yet.
Posted by Brenda	\|	November 06, 2006 1:50 PM


My next-door neighbors have a two and a half year old, and they adopted a kitten off the street a few months ago. This cat and kid are the best of friends. She never uses her claws on him and they play tag all the time. She even gets in the shower with him. Every now and again she'll get tired of him, but all she does is ask to be let outside. I love dogs, but I love seeing those two play together. Plus, she's small enough to physically play with him and not hurt him. Their 120-lb lab? Just lays there and lets the kid sit on him. In conclusion, I vote cat!
Posted by Cheryl	\|	November 06, 2006 2:49 PM