puppy love
It is hard to believe Lucy’s puppies are almost 7 weeks old. It has been such a special time for us. The kids watched her give birth, which was a lesson in itself. Later that day after Emma and I had left for a meeting, I called home to check on the little family. Amy said that Jack needed to talk to me because he was FREAKED out.
“He is watching all the puppies nurse and needs to know how he ate when he was a baby,” said Amy.
“Put him on the phone.”
“Hello?”
“Jack..”I paused trying hard to not laugh. “It is true. That is how you ate when you were a baby.”
“That is disgusting! Why didn’t you use a bottle!” said my traumatized nine year old. I was sure that he would never want to look at me let alone hug me again.
“Bottles and formula is plan “B”. Nursing is God’s design. Get over it.”
“He is watching all the puppies nurse and needs to know how he ate when he was a baby,” said Amy.
“Put him on the phone.”
“Hello?”
“Jack..”I paused trying hard to not laugh. “It is true. That is how you ate when you were a baby.”
“That is disgusting! Why didn’t you use a bottle!” said my traumatized nine year old. I was sure that he would never want to look at me let alone hug me again.
“Bottles and formula is plan “B”. Nursing is God’s design. Get over it.”
Before the day was over we were all mesmerized by the eight miracles of life that squirmed in the straw lined kiddie pool we had set up as a doggie play-pen. Watching the puppies grow has been not only a lesson on life, but on love. Puppy love.
