Almost 7 weeks old.

During the basketball banquet for the Teenager last night (where she was recognized as Most Improved Player for the second year in a row, yay!), we received recent puppy photos from Fabrizius Farm.  As the the little fur balls approach 7 weeks in age, they’ve grown significantly HUGE since the last time we saw them.


Tomorrow we plan to purchase gates in order to establish some “puppy free” zones, amid much protest from the kids, especially the Youngest who is on an unsuccessful campaign to reserve the extra twin bed in her room for the dog.   However, since they have no idea what it’s like to have a little human or animal in the house, both of which would try to ingest every little thing left on the floor, be it a Lego piece, ear buds, or bobby pins, we decided it’s best to be safe than sorry while simultaneously preserving our sanity.

I’ve successfully blocked out the challenging and not-so-fun parts of the Toddler Years with each child, but if I think hard enough I seem to remember the ongoing diligence when the Teenager was 3 and the Boy was brand new, and then when the Boy was 22 months old and the Youngest was brand new.  I was elated when I bought the last box of Pampers at Costco.  And Preschool was met with a celebratory Pumpkin Spiced latté from Starbucks, which I sipped for a total of 30 minutes on a park bench before my quiet time was up.

But admittedly, the sweet squishiness is what I miss the most.  Seemingly overnight the Youngest cringes when I try to give her a hug.  Hence, the need for a puppy.  Or at least that’s my overarching reason for what will likely be some trying months ahead of us.  I know my husband is much more realistic about this new endeavor since he grew up with dogs.  But I will continue to live in this puppy fantasy land full of slobbery kisses and unconditional love until the first chewed up shoe or first pee accident on the living room rug that will require Herculean strength to remove.

(Note to self: Consider removing that rug this weekend.)

Sixteen more days!

In the very beginning…

On January 6, I had a sudden urge to visit Fabrizius Farm to “say hello” to the expecting parents.  We’d been on the wait list for a previous litter which unfortunately did not work out, so we were offered the first pick of an upcoming litter, with an anticipated arrival around the beginning of January.

The usual anticlimactic post-holiday lull was setting in.  Winter session had just begun for me while the kids were still on their winter break.  There was no rushing to and fro, no deadlines looming overhead.

Yes, I was a little bored.

Unbeknownst to me, Keira and her siblings were born that day.  Judy was kind enough to arrange for us to visit the following day, though we were not able to hold the newborn puppies just yet.  Mama dog (Hannah) was especially protective, but she didn’t mind the picture taking and admiration from a distance as long as Judy was nearby.

So here is Keira and her siblings, just 1 day old.  She will be 6 weeks old in a couple of days, and maybe Judy will send us an update of their latest adventures while exploring the farm.

March 11!  Hurry up!



Even though February is the shortest month of the year, it is typically a month of snow, frigid temperatures, and hibernation, making it feel like the longest month of the year.  This year is no better because I am in heightened anticipatory mode, as 28 days from today Keira comes home.  February needs to hurry up already.

I just need to suck it up and deal with the cold, especially since my preference for the tropics was one sound argument the hubby had against a family dog.  We are now in sync with a neighbor’s dog walking habits because every time we see her, the hubby would point to her and say, “See, that will be YOU.”  I know he really wanted me to take note of her full length down jacket, snow boots, and dangling bag of doggy poop in hand, and that we see her walking by our house at least three times daily.

Nevertheless.  I have the full length down jacket.  I have the boots.  I have been collecting grocery bags for the past 6 months.  I will be the dog walking queen of the neighborhood, with absolutely no complaints whatsoever.

So she says with a whole lot of naiveté.

Not so tiny.

Late Sunday afternoon we made our way out to Fabrizius Farm to visit Keira and her siblings.  The Teenager stayed home with Lola Lou while Antman and Izzy accompanied us.  I was surprised at how much the puppies had grown in just a few short weeks, though I have to remember she is still very tiny compared to her expected size as a full grown lab.

Needless to say, we are all smitten.  Judy Fabrizius cautioned us to commit to our puppy in 5 weeks when we return for the big homecoming, for they will start to develop individual personalities.  I have a feeling we already made our choice.