I love my Humphrey more than anything. I am in my early 20's been married for almost one year and neither my husband nor I are particularly keen on babies, we're not baby people. I never had dogs growing up and I never wanted one either. I graduated from college last year, finished an internship, became unemployed and got depressed so I went and got Humphrey to keep me company, as dh is a doctor and works very long hours.
At first it was fun, then puppy training was a nightmare, we decided we could not keep him after three weeks, put him up for adoption, the family decided they coldn't keep him, we took him back... enrolled him in puppy classes, took him out for long walks, he started crying in his sleep, we began letting him sleep in bed with us, started taking him to friends' houses, interviewing potential nannies to take care of him while we went on a holiday, buying him clothes at Harrod's, cooking for him, and laughing at his farts, burps and crazy antics. I got a job and after a few months decided i was going to do it part time so that Humphrey wouldn't have to stay home alone for too long...
Then a couple of weeks ago as I was kissing him I saw what appeared to be a blister in his eye, called DH, freaked out, started crying because I thought he was partially blind, called the vet, begged her for an appt within 30 mins, cancelled plans, rushed him to the vet centre only to find out it was a lint from his blanket. If thats not what crazy in love mothers do, then I dont know what is.
We love this little monster to bits. |