If you want to call me stupid, you're allowed...

Yep, that's right. We....got....a.....puppy. His name is Charley, he's a chihuahua, and he's adorable. Jake named him because we got him the day before Jake's birthday. The kids liked the name because Charley tends to nip at fingers and they wanted to be able to say, "Charley bit me, and that really hurt!" like in this video. I have sworn forever that I would never, ever, ever, get a puppy again but here I am dreading going to bed because I know that as soon as I fall asleep, I will be awakened by a cute little whimper needing to go outside. I have actually put off blogging about it because I feel so dumb with our dog track record and all. I even heard through the grapevine that some close relatives of ours are just waiting for us to get tired of the dog so they can have him. I hate to break it to you, and you know who you are, but we actually are doing okay with him. I'm tired, I won't lie, but I'm not overwhelmed at all. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm baby hungry and Charley is filling that need. Yes, I've become one of "those" women. For the first time in Krummenacher history, we are actually doing okay with a puppy. Where's Spice you ask? The stray dog we took under our wing got out of the gate left open by neighbor kids and attacked our neighborhood dogs one too many times. He has found a new home at a nice farm.