Picking out the tiny, black Pekapoo was fun, but I didn’t feel a huge bond. Having it cuddle up to me in the car gave me that warm, fuzzy feeling, but I still didn’t realize the import of the situation. It wasn’t until the little teddy bear gazed up at me with her huge, dark eyes… and threw up all over me… that I really felt that attachment. It’s the moment I became a mom.
The PH and I are the proud parents of a little puppy that is a cross between a Pekinese and a poodle. It sounds like an odd-looking dog… and it is, a little. It resembles an Ewok from “Star Wars.” From the top it also looks like an oversized guinea pig. But it’s a face that a mom and dad (and aunt, uncle and grandpa) can love… and we do.
Molly is tiny, just under four pounds (which is probably 30 percent substance, 30 percent fur and 40 percent attitude). She gets cold easily, which is why I had her wrapped in a towel and cuddled against my chest when our bonding moment came about.
The poor thing was shivering when she happened to look me in the eye and let it rip. Her aim was so exact that not a spot of vomit got on my clothes… it all got IN my clothes! She managed to vomit (twice) down the front of my shirt so that I was covered from collarbone to belly button with half-digested kibble… inside my shirt. In the hopes you will never have to experience this, I will only describe it as a gross feeling.
Despite the feel, and the smell and the vision of the dog puking seared into my brain, it wasn’t such a bad thing. The thought that ran through my head in the split second it took to register the warm puke down my shirt was, “Now I’m a mom.” And, despite the vomit… and the poop… and the lack of sleep the last few nights... I can’t wait to see what’s next.
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