So...For all of the people that are on my mass email list, you know that I adopted a dog about a month ago (Uncle Tim, both of your email addresses didn't exist...Can you email me?).
Anyway, for those of you that somehow didn't get that email, I'll give you the quick version. Two of my best friends and I went to Poland to go pottery shopping, I found a dog with two of her toes recently cut off, bawled my eyes out on the phone to my husband, and begged him to let me bring her home. We took her in that evening to the emergency vet, and scheduled a surgery to fix her foot. We named her Foxy.
So fast forward four weeks....Her foot is fine. However, my friend noticed about three days ago that Foxy's...umm...what do you call them in dogs anyway? Well, her tits were getting big and filling up. We researched canine pregnancy and I was pretty convinced that it was something some dogs go through called a false pregnancy. So today, I noticed how fat she has gotten. And every time she goes outside, she pees every 10 seconds. I recruited a friend to go see the vet with me and had an ultrasound done. She has three FREAKING puppies inside of her!!! I adopted a pregnant dog!!!! It was so great to see a living...well...thing inside of her...but I felt like I was going to throw up. I have at least three more lives that I'll be responsible for (at least for a short while). This is one of those times where I remember that I'm actually an adult. I'm responsible for what happens to her and those puppies...and it scares the crap out of me.
The doctor asked me if I was interested in terminating the pregnancy. No matter how sick I felt, I couldn't ever make that decision. So look for updates about our new additions. They are due in about three weeks.