Puppy Love

Close family and friends, brace yourselves- this post may come as a SHOCKER... I'm pretty sure I wasn't abducted by aliens, however I'm begining to question my sanity. For starters my Pet Philosophy has been violated...
I had only one Pet Rule -"Yes, you may have a pet when you find one that doesn't poop." The kids were HAPPY because I never told them no! Well, until about six months ago when McKenna came to me with big tears in her eyes and said "I'll never have a pet, they all poop". Often times we'd say who needs a pet we have Monson. In September she took this to the extreme:

How did I not see the signs... McKenna has been working her Voodoo magic while I naively stood by, thinking it was cute and taking pictures of her creative artwork and ideas. Not knowing she was sending subliminal messages. Two weeks ago she made this "Dog Fortune Teller Bag", walking around the house having everyone draw out their fortune. Mine read: You will get a dog with brown eyes. On countless occasions she was found taking family polls and creating lists of good Dog Names. My vote was always Tequila or Bruskie. I played along thinking it was all in fun and games. The past few months she has had nothing but Puppy on the Brain. She was obsessed with watching Animal Planet, in hopes of a Dog Show Special. When she had computer playtime she often asked to look up "Yorkies" on the net. She checked out multiple Books on Dogs from the library and was always doing her research on the "Best" dog for our family. She had it narrowed down to a Yorkie Terrier. At Christmas time she said she'd be perfectly content if she woke up Christmas Morning and had not a single gift under the tree except for a puppy in her stocking. I flat out told her not to get her hopes up and to ask Santa for something different. Never in my wildest dreams did I think her Christmas Wish would come true so soon:

Just last Tuesday when I volunteered at the school Book Fair, I catered to her "Dream" of having a Yorkie and bought her Princess, a Yorkie Puppy Place Chapter Book. She was thrilled and I was pleasantly pleased:) thinking I was the best mom ever! I was the superhero for almost a week until Dad one upped me...

This is how it all shook down... Saturday, Kent went to run a few errands and invited McKay to come with him, McKay declined and Kenna jumped at the chance (According to McKenna- the 1st sequence in a series of Fate that blessed day). At the Layton Target they saw a big sign "Yorkies for Sale" (2nd sequence of Fate). Kent stopped just for fun - with ZERO intentions of buying. MIND YOU... just that morning at breakfast we were talking to the kids and said we needed to wait until Monson was older and not as likely to hurt a small dog. Plus if and when we got a dog it would definitely be in the Spring or summer time due to potty training. So much for our conversation that very morning!! That afternoon I get a phone call "You'll never guess where we're at.... ?" and the rest is History. Actually let me back up - I tell Kent to "Be Strong". Meanwhile an hour later another phone call, "Is it just the money or timing? McKenna has fallen in love with the cutest little brown eyed, pink nosed puppy." I reply "Timing is everything. I already have a baby to take care of. Be Strong!"I could hear it in his voice he was melting and falling fast. McKenna worked her magic on Daddy and I guess timing is everything and it was time for Cinnamon to join our family. The kids are in Heaven. This weekend has been filled with lots of excitement.

Our 1st night was not so BLISSFUL, especially at two in the morning when Cinnamon started crying and barking VERY LOUD. I thought to myself: Are you kidding me, Monson is just barely sleeping through the nights- now this? It's a good thing Cold Shoulder is just a figure of speech or Kent would of froze to death her 1st night home. Poor guy, Sunday morning he saw my wedding ring sitting on the kitchen counter, I had taken it off a few days ago to make meatloaf and had forgotten to put it back on, seeing his concern I replied "Don't worry, I took it off before you bought the Dog". He breathed a sigh of relief. He too, was having second thoughts, but only on my behalf. He is whooped and thinks Cinnamon is the cutest dog ever and just beams each time the kids say "Thanks Dad for the Dog". He feels like the Super Hero Daddy and I'm glad. Just wish me luck with the house training - any and all suggestions are appreciated. Last night Cinnamon slept better. Kent put a radio next to the tote and turned it to talk radio. Cinnamon just needed some extra company. She really is a doll baby, she's snuggled up on my lap as I type. So tiny and cute - only seven weeks old. Now I have the brown eyed baby I always wanted just never thought it'd come in precious puppy eyes.