Kinda bragging, kinda excited, kinda glad it's all over.
No, I'm not talking about childbirth.
I'm talking housebreaking....our puppies.
Now for those of you who don't/haven't had a puppy, listen to these wise words, "Don't rush it."
Just like your parents told you when you turned 18 and tried to grow up oh so fast.
Just don't rush it.
Why do you ask?
Because trying to raise my daughter and housebreak Daisy has been
It gets so hard with housebreaking that Leo is constantly reminding me that he isn't the one who begged and begged for a puppy. He then reminds me that it was me who wanted the puppy.
No matter how many times I try to explain that it was all for Isabella. That she is the one who wanted the puppy to grow up with and always have by her side.
That may have worked if Isabella could speak in full sentences.
Anyway, back to the point of this post.
My whole point is yesterday while talking to my mom. I was so excited telling her that we may finally have a housebroken puppy. (They have a brand new puppy, too--go check out her blog--simply adorable).
My mom was really excited for me knowing how difficult this is.
I like to think that I was somewhat encouraging to her.
Kind of like the light at the end of a dark, dark tunnel.
Well, mom, keep looking. Because our light is not shining for you anymore.
After we hung up the phone it was play time with Daisy. Isabella and I were throwing her toy and she was playing fetch. We were laughing, shrieking with fun and have a grand 'ol time.
Until Daisy did it. She peed. On the floor. Right in front of me. While looking me in my eyes.
So, mom, I take it all back. She's not housebroken yet.
Leo has now informed me that I am a jinxer.
The pee jinxer.