Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Meet Rosie




On Sunday, Chris walked into our home with a St. Bernard puppy.  Four sons raced to see who could hug her first.  This was our dog.  Our first dog.  We named her Rosie.

Rosie was a bit overwhelmed with the situation at first.  Four new "brothers" can do that to a dog.  She cowered in the corner and then found her spot on the carpet.  For the next 24 hours, she slept on the floor, and then slept some more.  In my world, she was a dream dog!

Last night, the honeymoon was over.  Rosie suddenly experienced a burst of energy.  Our seemingly docile dog took a flying leap and landed on our bed.  When we shooed her down, she found it a great time to explore other avenues of mischief.  

Her cuteness was beginning to wear off.

This morning, she woke us up at 4:30 a.m. and abruptly peed on our carpet.

Rosie is officially on my bad side.

My friends say this is all part of the process.  She'll learn, they insist.  

I just wonder if my carpet and sanity will make it through.

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