June 12, 2010
The puppy is staring me down. Which I find rude since we spent two hours and $200 bucks on that guy last night at the pet emergency room. He was showing signs of bloat, which is a very serious and deadly conditions in great danes. Turns out, he just ate HELL OF grass and sticks and dust bunnies and had a bad stomach ache.
Vaughn and I had a moment last night. Midnight, driving down the freeway rushing to the ER, both in PJ's, then sitting in the waiting room for hours, worried about our little guy. He said, "and this is what a Friday night looks like for 30 year olds." I was sorta thinking that this is what life must look like from the time you have kids until forever. It's just a non-stop doing whatever it takes to keep them healthy and happy and not dying from eating plastic tops of water bottles.
How on Earth does one ever really know they are ready for kids? Another full day with Phoenix has me exhausted. And for parents, it's ALL the time. The only thing I can think of is Coach. Before I had him, I thought dogs were annoying and a pain in the ass. Now, although I agree with both those things, the joy he brings us is so much more than any of those downsides. Perhaps with kids, it's that, times 100.
Who knows. For now, Coach is enough.
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