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So yesterday I was encouraged to continue the blog. I don't know why, since it's certainly not really terribly interesting. But, since the storm had me up nice and early, why not?

Let's see....the current pet count in my house is up to 13. We adopted a puppy and one of the "spayed" cats had kittens. All in the same week. Would you mind pulling that gray out of my head for me please?

So, meet Tanker. Wyatt has been asking for his very own dog for months. And months. And months. I told him we would start to look, but we wouldn't get one until we found the very perfect one. The first day at the animal shelter, what comes up to meet us but a cute little chocolate lab mix with bright blue eyes. My son has always lamented the fact that noone else in our house has blue eyes. Well, he can't say that anymore.

That brings us to Dixie, my sweet kitten that became a momma. She had 4 kittens that look far too big to have come from her. But she did really well. I, of course, was full of questions, so I asked anyone with even the teeniest bit of animal knowledge about them, and if everything was going right. I'm amazed at how well she's taken to mommyhood. At the tiniest little "mew" from her babies, she's all over them. Wyatt had to wait 24 loooong hours before I'd let him hold the kittens, and he has to wash his hands (with soap!) first. Dixie lets him, but she looks on. These are gonna be sweethearts. And, praise Jeebus! they are all spoken for. Now, this next litter I'm expecting sometime in the beginning of June, I can't say the same thing for. *Sigh* My sweet, misguided boy named the kittens, and it dawned on me that I never told him we weren't keeping them. Well, I promised him he could have 2 total. I didn't care which 2, or from which litter, but he could keep 2 kittens. Shoot me. Or bring me more coffee. Lots more coffee.

Randy went up to PA this weekend for a friend's wedding. Wyatt, who knows Randy is leaving for good at the end of the month, did fairly well. He did have a few rough moments, and they are to be expected, but God, I wish I could save him from this hurt. I really do. My heart absolutely breaks for him. That's part of why I finally caved and got the puppy. Hopefully it will offer some distraction. I hate that he's getting hurt in all of this. But I truly believe, in the long run, it's what's best. I don't want him growing up thinking that what Randy and I had is what a loving marriage is supposed to be. I don't know when what we had went sour, but it did. And now we have to do what's best for all of us, even if it can't be what's easiest