I am sure you are all dying to know. I didn't want a dog. I am clearly not a dog person. I would be a cat person except for all of the hair and stinky litter boxes.

Jared has been searching for months at the different rescue organizations for the perfect dog for our family despite my protestations. We found a mini-pin we wanted but that rescue group was psycho. Before the adoption could happen they wanted to do a home visit and see if we were a good fit for the dog. They also wanted way more specific information then we are comfortable providing anyone.

We then found an Italian Greyhound named Noah that we were trying to get. Noah got a lung infection so that needed to be better for some time before that rescue group would adopt him out. Also they wanted around $400 for the adoption.

These experiences left me with the impression that foster care was a great place for these homeless dogs. With getting Daisy, I learned that foster care is not a great place. Daisy had to share a crate with another dog that they presumed was her son. She also spent a lot of her time locked outdoors. The first several days she wouldn't go outside without someone going with her. She was nervous we would lock her out. She is a really social people dog. After a few days she was okay running outside by herself when she needed to as long as I kept the door open.

She sees Jared as the Alpha, I am the Beta, and the kids are still her subordinates but we are working on that. I think she is in love with Jared. Elijah has been really sweet about taking care of his dog. He cleans up her poop promptly, takes her for walks daily, and just loves her. Daisy is supposed to be sleeping with the boys but if she gets startled awake she runs into our bed. She also comes into our bed in the morning and catches a few more ZZZs if she didn't spend the night there.

She weighs 14 lbs and will sometimes get so excited when on her leash that she walks on her hind legs straight up when I am trying to pull her back to her proper position. She follows us around the house to see if we are doing anything fun or interesting. She thinks that housework is boring and after seeing that that is what I am up to she goes back to the couch and sleeps.

Jared said if I insisted on not getting a dog that we wouldn't, but he followed that up with, "Do you really feel okay about denying your boys those experiences?" I think he meant himself too in those boys. Anyway that is not a fair argument. What am I supposed to say? So we have a dog that Jared will complete the adoption for this Friday. I am totally grossed out by the hair all over everywhere, but I can get over myself I guess.

Daisy is awesome and very loved by all of us. I look forward to everyone meeting her. I am sure everyone will like her tons. Like I said, she is a total people dog.

Last night we went skating at Skateland for a school fundraiser. We had a lot of fun and Maxwell is improving a lot. This morning though Maxwell was too tired to get ready for school properly. He slept through the alarm eventually moving to the couch and sleeping some more. When he finally started to get ready he asked Xander if he could make his lunch. Maxwell was barely dressed sans shoes and toothbrushing when it was time to go. I tried to hurry him along to get ready and just grab his shoes and backpack and get in the car. As he was going to the car, I asked him where his lunch was. He didn't have it and Xander didn't make it. I hurried and made his lunch but he was going to be late to school. He starts 15 minutes earlier than his brothers. (Next year, Elijah starts 15 minutes earlier than his brothers.) Once we got there he said tiredly, "I'm hungry." I thought he had already eaten since one of the boys ate in his spot and didn't clean up afterwards. I would have brought food to eat in the car if I would have known. I was going to run him over to BK for something, but he was tired and just wanted to go home. So here he is with me.

Jared is also home today. He has been sick for about a week. At night he felt like he couldn't breathe. Last week he went and played disc golf in the blowing dust despite my recommendation that for his health he not do that. That very night Jared and I didn't get much sleep because of his breathing issues. We finally took him to Urgent Care on Easter. He got some narcotic cough syrup that he can't drive on and an inhaler and an anti-biotic. The dr. couldn't see anything in the x-ray that would indicate pneumonia or bronchitis, but because of Jared's history and because they could hear something wrong they are treating him for it anyway. Now he can breathe at night and sleep (so I can sleep), but it leaves him groggy in the mornings. He decided to stay home today so he is finally giving his body some rest. He complains that I don't take care of him when he is sick, but I keep trying to tell him to rest and I insisted on taking him to the dr.

Our red car is currently broken down. We are working on getting it fixed. In the mornings we have been driving Jared to work and then I take the boys to school. We pick up Jared after I pick the boys up. It is wearing me and the boys out. We have to wake up (including me) super early to have everyone out of the house by 6:45-7 am.

The End. for today.