Our New "Puppy"!

We have been very excited about pets around here lately. On Friday, we trapped a ladybug in a jelly jar and Reese named her "Lady" (appropriately, since Lady died with her tiny insect legs crossed modestly, after being shaken around and examined for a hours.) and 4 days later, Reese is still wondering when Lady is going to "wake back up from her nap". I explained that Lady might be dead and we should let her go in the yard (so I can wash my jelly jar), but Reese insists that I am wrong and that Lady is just obedient and sleeping like she was instructed. I'm still not sure what to do about that one.

Then, our friends got a puppy this week. Reese thinks that "Ash" is the cutest thing ever, (as long as he is in his crate where he can't "get" her.) and has been talking about Ash non-stop since she was over there on Monday. I'd kind of hoped the excitement over Ash would distract her from shriveled-up-Lady, but instead...Ash was the first thing she told Lady about when she got in the car after preschool group. (Lady's jar lives in the cup holder in my van next to her booster seat).

She actually brought herself to pet Owen's kitty today (on the tail, while I held her face out of reach)...so we are making baby steps in the animal department. She no longer screams when they get too close.

I really shouldn't be surprised that "Ash" took up residence in our living room tonight.

In her crate, of course.

When Aaron came home, he played along and passed "Ash" a treat through the slots, and Reese thought that was the coolest thing ever. It was pretty cute.

My dirty laundry was emptied all over the living room to create a crate for Ash.

Naughty puppy.

Sometimes I really DO feel like we have a dog:
-I clean poop and pee off the floor.
-I say "hey, get down from there." a lot.
-Four little feet come running whenever I am eating something yummy, and they beg for a bite.
-Everything I own has been chewed on, dragged from it's home, and strewn all over the place.

It might be time for a goldfish.