Puppies!!!!

Nerves. That's what I am a bundle of nerves. It's gotten to the point that I wish that my kidneys were like dentures. I could just pop them out and put them in a glass then chuck 'em back in after a solid nights sleep. (sorry to those who are visualizing this last little bit of writing)

The other reason I'm on edge is that I have a really good possiblity of getting a dog. A rather ridiculously small dog but a dog nontheless. Things are a little lonely for me during the day since I'm not well enough to work and people aren't home that often around here. I get socialized in the evening to prevent me from losing all of my language skills. I hate going for walks on my own during the day and would love something with a heart beat to come with me. Dad had suggested taking the cat to cure my need. Needless to say I ignored him. So helpful he is.

So this weekend off I'll go to a breeder of Papillon dogs to look at two adults this breeder has for adoption. Whitney is one and Layla is the other. I think they weigh maybe 8lbs on a good day and are both black and white. (start laughing now.) I'll have to see what each dog is like and make a decesion.

For me it's terribly exciting, for others it's about as exciting as watching paint dry. But I haven't been this pumped in awhile.