and the madness continues..

Just a quick update to my previous post, I present further evidence that I have, indeed, lost my mind: Tuesday night, we adopted a puppy. He's an adorable little basset hound mix named Rufus. Supposedly he's going to be Davey's dog, but already when I mention that Davey needs to be the one to take him out to potty, feed him, etc, I'm getting the "He's your dog, too!" response. I really should have known better. I can only try and comfort myself with the knowledge that in a few days (as soon as I can get a collar that he won't slip his wee head out of), Rufus is going to be an outside dog. Then, no more cleaning up puppy poos and piddles. I'll be too busy cleaning up poos and piddles of the baby variety. My only concern with this plan is that Rufus is afraid of everything. The porch. The front door. His food and water bowls. A less-than-1-pound kitten. I'm hoping that once he has some time to adjust and bond to us he'll get over some of these fears, because he was an outside dog when we got him, so really, he ought to be able to handle it. But then what do I know? I'm crazy.