I’m a nervous wreck.
Unlike The Boy, she’s not just ‘down the pike a ways’ so I can’t visit her 3 times a week like I did him.
I can’t sleep and already have all her ‘puppy stuff’ set up for when she comes home.
[geeze...she’s had her registered name in my head for 3 years...I just had to wait for her to born into the world to give it to her]
:D
Well, here’s the exact opposite scenerio:
You could have had occasional discussions (not really, more like sentences) “We should get a puppy.”
Then, your husband could go to a gun show, fall in “love”, sell a gun to purchase the 7-week-old object of his affection, and arrive home at 9:00 PM on a Friday night calling out as he walked in the door “I have a surprise for you!”
We had nothing, NOT ONE THING. Thankfully, he had stopped at PetSmart on the way home to purchase a stuffed pheasant toy (larger than the puppy, I might add) and bag of puppy food....and that is all.
That being said, in your shoes, I would be so anxious...it was probably better that it happened the way that it did!
How soon before she can come “home?”