I decided to investigate the puppy situation even further to figure out what was going on, so after 20 million questions I finally got the truth out of country man. We have puppy! I wish he would have told me this when he brought her home. I was told that he was waiting for the right time to tell me; I guess after all the stuff he bought her that was not the appropriate time. I feel like a stork brought me a baby that I did not want; now I am a mother to a four legged puppy. I have no clue how to raise her (I never asked for this).
Even though I grew up in the city; my mom practically raised us around animals. I always dubbed are house the inner city zoo, because we had all kinds of animals (including ducks). I knew I never wanted any animals again, but that all changes if you just happen to find a man who was raised on a farm; he will try to get you to move to a farm (someday) and bring all sorts of animals home.
Due to my investigation I learned the puppy we got is a rescue puppy; she would have ended up being used in dog fights if we did not take her in. She was cut up really bad, had a few bruises, and cuts on her when she first got her; they seem to be healing up nicely with lots of TLC. She is only 8 weeks and she still is scared, she has really bad night terrors; she will scream in her sleep. She sleeps in the bed with us (something new to me) and cries like a big baby if I don’t pick her up; she is notorious for stealing my shoes and getting away with murder. I guess I have become a mommy without even knowing.
