The Newest Anderson
Well, I became somebody that I never thought I would become: a dog mom.
If you've known me for even 5 minutes, you'll know that I'm not a fan of dogs. They smell, lick and do too many gross things that make me want to vomit. But something changed in my heart when I met our newest little guy. It was like childbirth - you go through this traumatic, painful, crazy experience - then the minute the baby is born you forget any of it actually happened and you start planning for your next kid. We forget things when our hearts are moved.
And yes, this little dog moved my heart. I suddenly believed that dogs could do no wrong. Licking their butts? Not gross at all. Pooping on my carpet? Sure, why not! Keeping me awake all night long with his whimpering and whining? Fine, but I don't actually love that part.
I find myself snuggling with him at all moments of the day. Why am I looking up small baby carriers on the internet, to carry him around in? WHO HAVE I BECOME?
After much deliberation (also fighting) our family named him Albus. Albus Anderson. Some call him Albie, Olive calls him her little chicken nugget. I call him my long lost little love muffin that I never knew I wanted. He's got me wrapped around his little tail.
And if you're wondering, everyone else in the family loves him too. I mean, how could you not? He's our little love muffin-chicken nugget-snuggly baby pup.