The bananas are green this morning. It’s a bit of a disappointment. Not only are the bananas green, I’m missing a toenail. While clipping my toenails last night, the one that was black just sort of came right off, which was both fascinating and nauseating. It’s never happened to me before. And if you’re wondering how it was black to begin with, I accidentally ran over it while trying to quickly close a door. It hurt for days and was black for months. Now it is no more.
This is our last weekend of calm before the chaos of August sets in. Birthday party at the lake, visit from my brother and sister-in-law, visit from my parents, another visit from my brother and sister-in-law, visit from The Boyfriend’s bestie. That’s all within three weeks, folks.
The Murph Man is doing well, although The Boyfriend and I are getting our asses handed to us on a silver platter. It’s sort of disheartening that a 32lb bundle of fur and teeth can take down two full-grown, college-educated humans. But yes, oh yes, it’s happening. Murphy can go from super cuddly sweet to running around with more energy than the sun and stars combined in about three seconds. It’s miraculous, really. We have no idea where the energy comes from or how to get rid of it. There are so many events on his calendar between day camp, vet visits, play dates and puppy school, I feel like his social secretary. Yes, my four-month-old puppy has a social secretary and I’m it. And since Murphy’s arrival, neither The Boyfriend nor I have had a solid minute of relaxation and we’re tired. We’re really, really tired. I try to send The Boyfriend to bed early every night, but he lays there and wonders what Murphy and I are up to. He can’t sleep knowing Murphy and I are awake.
We knew that it would be hard work with a puppy, but we didn’t realize how emotionally and mentally draining it would be. Like, when he was getting his booster shots on Monday, I was almost in tears. Murphy was being held down by the vet, the vet assistant AND The Boyfriend, and he was whimpering and kissing my face. And if dogs gang up on him in the dog park (which is normal and happens occasionally), I want to go and kick all the other dogs away from my puppy. And when he acts up or doesn’t listen to a command or has an accident, I feel like I failed.
All that being said, though, we wouldn’t give him away for anything. He’s ours and we love him, love him, love him. We couldn’t imagine life without him and if he was gone, there would be a giant void.