the girl who liked cats.

So, I'm that girl.

The girl who begs and begs her husband for a dog and soon realizes the nightmare & responsibility that dogs can be.

A dog that is not a puppy, but 2 years old who was unfortunate enough to not have a home or people patient enough to keep him.

And unfortunately that person is me.

But before I get a lot of backlash when my blogging days have just begun. I think I'm in a overwhelmed-new-dog-owner stage. Is that a real thing? 

Despite the fact I cannot sleep at night and I'm obsessed with the dog "messing up", I know he's harmless and his little doggie mind doesn't know what he's doing and he's trying his best to please us. 

My husband says give him time, and while everyday is an anxiety attack waiting to happen. Dog Training starts next Saturday and I'm praying that we can make it until then. 

Or I can make it until then.

Duke.

of hazard.