Hovering on the brink of puppy time. We actually sent in an application to a breeder, because we found and fell in love with a pup.

And then we talked about logistics and realized that the only way we could do it is if we had some pretty significant help during the beginning crazy puppy/potty training/chewing up all of the things time, because I do have to go into the office sometimes, which is far enough away from home that I’d have to crate the puppy at someone else’s house, in the town where I work. And the obvious person has his hands full already.

Which is pretty much the same as buying somebody a puppy without asking if they want one.

Which means it’s not a good plan.

Sigh.

So instead, we bought a chocolate cake and had a big piece and then put the rest in the freezer for the next time life forces us to make an adult decision when all we really want is a puppy to play with and smooch.

Sigh, again.