Fuzzy Bliss

Puppy time has been great so far. She’s had a few accidents in the house but I mean, she’s a puppy; it’s inevitable. I’ve come up with this ultra-efficient dressing system for sleeping so that I can get her to the yard to pee really quickly if she wakes me up: I got to bed in underwear and a dark, non-see-through shirt (I don’t have time to “bra up” before going outside and I live in the middle of the most densely populated part of North America. No need to put everything out on display!), and leave shorts beside the bed that I can pull on one-handed (she’s less likely to start peeping on the carpet if I pick her up right away*). On Saturday night I wore a long sleeve top and last night a tank top, and I found the former worked better because I didn’t need to put on a sweater.

*The exception to this came on Sunday evening: She pooped in the hallway and then ate it before I got there. I was cleaning up the leftover poop-crumbs and she came scampering over to investigate so I quickly picked her up and she peed down my leg. OOPS.