Toddlerhood

Bailey and I headed out for preschool this morning and Fudge was sleeping peacefully on the couch, rolled into this tiny little ball in the corner against a pillow, looking sweeter than she is awake, and so Bailey and I left. I really didn't want to wake the little thing just to put her in her kennel. How mean would that be? Well, I realized I forgot my cell phone so I left the car warming with a strapped in redhead (don't judge, I was quick) and the cute ball of fluff was no longer on the couch. So I think nothing of it and turn my head to grab my cell phone off the table and what did my wandering eyes see? A furry little rat of a dog ON THE DINING ROOM TABLE. One look at me and she exited stage left...and then my arms swiftly grabbed her, stuck in her in cage and I myself exited with my phone, actually relieved I had almost forgotten it.



Sure, this face is cute. But don't let it fool you. Don't make the same mistakes that I do. Don't get me wrong, she is adorable. Freakishly so. And when she's sleeping? Oh, watch out. You'll coo in delight just to spite your I-hate-small-dog-philosophies. Well, if you're anything like me and don't typically like small dogs.

I think I've conveniently forgotten at times what having a toddler was like. I told myself I wouldn't, just to keep me from ever going through it again, and I knew I'd never go through it again. And then we adopted Fudge. Despite her canine features, we really had the second child we swore we'd never have. And we've had to enter toddlerhood all over again, even though we boasted we never would.

And then there are the cute days where she's curled up on the couch, and we instantly forget how much trouble she is. And it makes up for all the wrongdoings from the past 24 hours, including persistent and sneaky behaviors.



But we more than got even. We took her to have her stitches out from her spaying.

That should teach her...or not.