Well, it is indeed happening but cannot be helped.  This sweet furry face of love has burrowed deep within our hearts and is becoming totally spoiled with each and every day.


She successfully made her way up onto the couch, which earned her the use of the Teen Boy’s old doggy flannel bedsheets.  It matches absolutely nothing and looks ridiculous amid the tropical Floridian-themed furniture I inherited from my parents.  But it works.  And Keira loves it.

Right now that’s what matters most as we attempt to navigate through the weeks of puppyhood, which oddly enough resembles the months of babyhood.  We find ourselves asking each other if she peed or if she pooped, when she ate, when she napped, and whether or not she slept through the night (which she has, yay Keira!).

Besides, this new comfy retreat encourages her mad napping skills and gives me some necessary downtime to tackle actual responsibilities (such as grad school).  Not to mention, the hubby and I are at that age when sitting on the floor for great lengths of time is beyond uncomfortable, even with a cute puppy to cuddle.

Next up:  Puppy training.  A.k.a the attempt to undo everything we are doing right now which we know we probably shouldn’t be doing.

That face.

Becoming a new puppy parent has had its share of challenges over the past couple of weeks, though some habits shared by the hubby and I are probably best broken, such as eating dinner on the coffee table while binge watching HGTV.  I was told puppy-raising is a lot of work, and it definitely has been, especially the hourly outdoor potty breaks and my need to put on layers of clothing so I don’t freeze in the process.

And sleep?  What’s that?

But just like with each of my three children, the frustrations are quickly forgotten when you look at that sweet innocent face.  It’s been a long time since I’ve had to endure the rigors of newborn babies, and thankfully this time around isn’t nearly as physically demanding.  Plus the hubby has been such a help, taking two weeks off of work to help us all acclimate, and providing some much-needed discipline for what otherwise might become a very spoiled dog.

Although from the looks of this photo, I wonder who actually does most of the spoiling.


First snow.

We’ve had a relatively mild winter this year, hitting 70 degrees a few times, and misleading us into thinking we escaped a real midwestern winter.  While mid-20’s is pretty tame for a cold spell, it was cold enough to bring a bit of snow, probably the only significant snowfall we received season.

Keira was ever-curious, but thankfully kept the exploring during her potty breaks fairly short.KEIRAfirstsnowMarch2017-8

The vet!

Keira had her first vet visit today.  We had some trouble registering a consistent weight on their scale because she kept moving around, so they got 15-17 pounds, though the vet said he thinks she might be heavier.  When we got home we weighed her on our bathroom scale via the very precise and scientific method (note sarcasm) of calculating our combined weight minus my weight and we got 18.5 pounds.


The vet wondered if Keira’s parents are big (dad is tall and muscular, mom is short and stocky) and also wondered if she was older than 9 weeks.  Needless to say, I think we will have a big dog on our hands.  More to snuggle!

The Homecoming

Yesterday we brought Keira home.  As we entered the barn, we were immediately met by two exuberant puppies, with their shy sister choosing to take us in from afar. Being the dog-owner newbie that I am, I was quite surprised at the variance in personalities these three sisters possessed.  Within minutes we knew which puppy would be the perfect match for our family.  My dog-owner friends were right, she really did choose us.

Here is my hubby with our breeder, Judy Fabrizius.  She is a ball-busting ball of energy and without a doubt will be our go-to in case we need any help with Keira.  And of course, she comes highly recommended.


I have a feeling Keira has been a little spoiled by the vast acreage available to her as a farm pup, but she will be offered lots of love and attention in her new home.  What a gorgeous puppy she is, and of course so full of personality.


The 8 Week Visit

Last Saturday the hubby was able to swing by the farm to visit Keira and her siblings.  They’ve definitely grown and become much more sociable since our last visit four weeks ago.  Personalities have emerged, with two choosing to wag their tails from afar (while yawning, might I add), as the remaining three begged for attention.  One puppy in particular was quite vocal for acknowledgement.

Aside from the lightest colored puppy which we know is female, hubby couldn’t tell the genders apart.   Though a fox red in color is recognized technically as a darker yellow lab, we can see the variance in color since mama dog is half yellow, half fox red, while papa dog is full fox red.  We had our hearts set on a darker colored dog, which is why we have been anxiously awaiting the arrival of this litter of puppies, however, the hubby indicated that the lightest was also the most calm out of the five.  On Saturday we will have a good hour to hang out with the three females to see which is the best fit for us, or as my dog-owning friends have indicated, which of the three will choose us.


We made great progress in puppy-proofing the main floor and installed gates to keep the two remaining floors puppy-free for the time being.  It was a task I didn’t look forward to doing because we have somehow managed to amass a ridiculous amount of stuff in the five years we’ve lived here.  But I have to give ourselves some credit, the place looks great and we are definitely ready for Keira’s homecoming!

T-minus 10 days.

Ah, it’s finally March!  We can now start the official countdown to Keira’s homecoming.  This countdown, which quite honestly feels like the days leading up to each of my children’s scheduled c-sections (minus the gestational diabetes, pre-eclampsia, and leg cramps), will be accompanied by a whole lot of furniture moving and organizing.  My dog owner friends appear to have clutter free homes and I can totally understand why.

We are not yet dog owners.  We are drowning in clutter.  (And wow, was I hot mess when I was pregnant!)

Here is Keira and her siblings when they were little 9-day old nuggets.  (Photo courtesy of Fabrizius Farm).