I think I was sleep-blogging last night. That post has terrible flow, ideas that I meant to get across are completely left out and I made some really embarrassing grammar mistakes. Whoops. That’s why this whole National Blog Posting Month challenge is probably going to be good for me. I clearly need the practice.
My husband is allergic to cats. Generally speaking, they make his throat close up and his nose stops working and he ends up asking someone to please just saw open his head. He failed to mention this to me for a very long time when we started dating. You see, I have a cat. A gorgeous, talkative, fetching (as in: she plays fetch) Siamese mix.
When I first got her as a tiny little kitten at the shelter I had planned for years to get a Siamese and call him/her Suay (pronounced S-way). It means beautiful in Thai and Siamese are Thai cats. But when I got her I just felt like she needed a book name. I like to name my animals after book characters. So Nymphadora Tonks aka Tonks she became.
We like to have a bit of a theme for animal names around here. The Geckos are all named after characters from a show called Firefly except the one we recently adopted from some friends and she already had a name. So when we started discussing possible puppy names we new we wanted a literary character name to match the other mammal pet. We threw around names like Lucy from The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe but ultimately decided to stick with Harry Potter. Thus–Luna Lovegood. We ended up picking that because even though she is adorable and looks like an Ewok now, she will be totally Wheaten and blond once she grows up.
I attempted to upload a video but it’s not quite working so here is a picture of our Luna on her trip home with us. I’ll post some more updated pictures soon. She’s at least 3 times this size now.
We got engaged, we planned a wedding, we decided to get a puppy and reserved one, we got married, we went to Jamaica, we came home, our puppy was born, we went to a family reunion, we came home again.
And our lives just keep changing. As we continue to adjust to being married people who have to/get to (depending on the situation 😉 but mostly GET TO so far) live in the same tiny house, we prepare for another life-changing event.
In about 5 weeks we will be bringing home one of these cuties. We get pick of the litter for a little girl but we haven’t picked yet since they are only a week old and can’t even see yet. All they do is eat, sleep and look adorable. So I’m by turns excited and terrified of this little furball that is going to turn our lives upside down. I’ve never had a brand new puppy in the house before. Thank goodness for hardwood floors. I think I’m going to have to roll up the Tibetan rug and hide it for a year or so though. When I start to get nervous I just take deep breaths and think about how sweet and cuddly the puppy will be. And try not to think about how much pee and poop and vomit I’m going to be wiping up in the next year. And as soon as that starts to lay off it will be time to be thinking about having to do the same thing for a tiny human. *sigh* I guess the next several years of my life might as well be preemptively dubbed “The bodily fluid years–K-9 and Human.”
Our babies better be at least as cute as our puppy.