Life Lessons of a Mom: Be Careful What You Wish For

I wasn’t sure I could get this post out this week. Life in our household turned upside down. We have a new edition. A German shepherd puppy.

His name should be Noodge 3.
His name should be Noodge 3.


Noodge 2 has been asking for a dog for a very long time. Hubby has also wanted a dog for as long as I can remember. Noodge 1 was on the fence at first and me, well, I like the idea of a dog. I wasn’t sure about the work. Because I have nothing to do ever so I figured, what the heck.

Why a German shepherd, you may ask. They’re loyal, smart, great with kids, and protective. I wanted the companionship when I went for a power walk along the country roads. Serial killers and bears hang out in the woods. I need to play it safe. And at night I want something to growl when an intruder approaches so I can press the panic button on the alarm panel.

It’s a long road to get to that protective dog stage. Right now he’s a cute fur ball who isn’t in love with his crate. He’s missing his brothers and sisters. Can’t say I blame him. You wouldn’t find me going to live with strangers willingly. Not without a concealed weapon. All he has is a bandana and the ability to pee.

We successfully survived the first day and night. Well, the puppy did. When I looked in the mirror after spending the night sleeping on an air mattress in the mud room next to his crate, I screamed. Who was that gaunt woman with hollow eyes staring back at me? I was pretty sure I didn’t play with a Ouija board the day before.

I hear all our hard work will be worth it. (That’s what they say about raising kids too and I’m still debating that one.) I’ll have to keep you posted on that conclusion.

But next time I ask for something I’ll try for round, clear, sparkly, and large. Just saying.




8 thoughts on “Life Lessons of a Mom: Be Careful What You Wish For

  1. Two years ago (?) Older Son’s girlfriend wound up with a brand new pitbull, who goes by Jake. When he visits, he still needs constant supervision. He eats pretty much anything and loves our cats’ food. Early on I just kept reinforcing the same point: if you think this is work, imagine a brand new baby. Don’t go making any. (Four years and six months together to this day, this Italian ma’s fingers, toes, arms, legs, etc remain crossed.)

    At home, Jake is a very good boy who doesn’t get in as much trouble. He is also deaf, so that kind of makes him more mellow.

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