Lupine, Meet Your Grumpy Aunt Daisy

I've been thinking that our dog, Daisy, needs a little companion. I asked my husband what he thought about getting a puppy. I expected a giant snort and overdramatic rolling of the eyes, but the guy surprised me when he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sure."

An 8-week-old beagle puppy is just about the cutest thing on earth.
Unfortunately, Daisy does not agree with this sentiment and
refuses to acknowledge Lupine's pleas to play with her.

Dog babies are a lot like human babies; they mostly eat, sleep, and poop. Unlike human babies, however, puppies are born with little teeth that they like to sharpen on my earlobes. Our new puppy doesn't nip anybody else's ears—just mine. What's up with that? I am a fragrant flower. Or possibly an aromatic dog biscuit.

So far, Lupine has not had to sleep by herself. The girls are on Spring Break from school, so Little Baby Lupine can nap throughout the day on various family members. She likes to snuggle up against our warm throats, which sounds vaguely menacing, but is actually quite sweet. She fits nicely in the cozy space between our chin and chest, and is lulled to sleep by our heartbeats. My 11-year-old daughter can't bear to hear Lupine whimper in her crate at night and keeps sneaking the little dog into her bed to slumber peacefully next to her.

This puppy is spoiled rotten, is what I'm trying to say.



Dinner last night: Mexican lasagna, garlic bread, corn, green salad