Last Sunday we got a puppy. A nifty little retriever-looking mutt that’s a quarter golden retriever, a quarter poodle and half mystery mutt. He came on the cheap and the kids named him Jack. He’s a quick learner in most things, which is great except in the things which he’s not so quick with (yipping in the early morning when he’s ready for the rest of the family to be up, for example). Thing with a puppy is that it’s pretty much like having a newborn again, except without the deeper involvement of my own genes. Amber described it more accurately as akin to having an infant running around without a diaper all day. Except that the infant has claws and little bitty sharp teeth and can rip open skin.
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My three-year-old turned to my wife this morning and asked her matter-of-factly, “Did I just eat Go-gurt?”, referring to that lovely toddler-friendly tube-shaped plastic bag of yogurt akin to Fla Vor Ice. Amber was stumped.
“You had some last night,” his older sister pointed out.
“Cause I just barfed in my mouth and it tasted like Go-gurt!” he announced proudly. “I didn’t have pukies, I just barfed.”
Apparently the distinction is important.