The New Baby

My firstborn brought me a dog. It was the dog that he went to the pound (against my wishes and advice "You are in college, you should not get a dog!") and picked out. He says he fell in love with her immediately. He named her Athena.


Being a good mom, I nagged, who will watch her when you go away for your ROTC training for a month this summer? What about when you move into the "No Dogs Allowed" apartment in August? I was told it was all taken care of. The girlfriend was "sharing" in the care and feeding of this youngster.


That's a great plan. Until you break up with the girlfriend. My parents were visiting and my mother being ever helpful (sarcasm inserted here) says "It could be worse, it could be a REAL baby." Thanks mom. My mother is the type that would say after your leg was cut off my a raging lawnmower, "Be thankful it wasn't BOTH legs."


Luckily, I love her (the dog - yes, my mother too!!). We call her Attie now and she is adorable. Here she is at her first dog party. What? Do you all not go to dog parties? Well, we do. Attie is the one on the right. Looking a wee bit shy about her party hat and wondering if it is going to cause her to have hat hair (no wait - that was me). My friend who is 10 was the hostess and there was a cake and even goodie bags for all the dogs.

What is Attie? Goodness knows. She is a mix of a mix of a mix but she is 100% sweet.