I’m starting a new series of posts called The Weekend Dish on Olives & Garlic. My plan is to share some personal details of my life, links from my favorite bloggers and other food and nonfood related items. I hope you enjoy it. I am so glad to start the first one with excitement!
There is a new baby in our house.
Her name is Missy. She is a French Bulldog. We got her on Easter and are head over heels in love.
We’ve always wanted a dog. Our super busy schedules and long commutes prevented us from getting one. So when Kurt & I both changed job locations closer to home it made all the sense to finally get one. It didn’t take long to decide on what the right dog is for our family. One night I’m googling dogs and breeders and the next we are picking up our baby. I knew I wanted a frenchie. And just like it was meant to be Kurt found a private breeder in our area that had six puppies available. That’s six puppies on Friday, by the time we got there on Sunday only two were left. Right away we knew Missy was the one. Briana and I fell in love with her spunky personality, sassiness and insane cuteness. The hardest part was leaving her baby sister behind.
My life has been turned upside down. I haven’t slept peacefully all week, but somehow I don’t mind. Missy is 9 1/2 weeks old and an absolute baby. Her current favorites are whining, playing, demanding attention and cuddling, preferably around my neck area or on my face if we are laying down. Oh and did I forget to mention BITING. Those sharp baby dog teeth are hard to keep away from anything, especially if it’s my fingers, toes, shoes or pants.
We started crate training. It’s not an easy process. I’m looking forward to getting her used to our routine.
I’ve been a bad mommy breaking some rules by allowing her to come into our bed at night. I don’t mind that she sleeps with us. She’s been doing well and lets me know that she has to go potty. I love her warm cuddles during the night. I can already tell that her bond with me is different from that with Briana and Kurt.
Kurt always said that if we got a dog we would name it Taco. Well she is no Taco so the search for the name began. While we tried to figure out what we would call our precious four legged baby I kept referring to her as little missy. Kurt kept referring to her as the drama queen. It’s must be the sassy cuteness she radiates. As she got to meet the entire family, name suggestions poured in. We heard everything from Bunny to Tequila. I love Tequila but I don’t know if I can name my dog that. We continued to call her Missy so the decision was made to keep that as her name.