I Sold My First Puppy and Baby Bean's Prediction

The puppies are 8 weeks old today, and Molly went home with her new owner on Friday. I only cried when I took her away from the three other dogs. I made sure they all gave each other goodbye sniffs, and then took Molly to meet her new owner, who also happens to be a coworker. I was a little sad to hand her over at first, but then I felt at peace with it. Molly went to a really good home with a really good guy. I couldn't have picked a better home for her. I know she will be very well taken care of and very loved.



Molly and Bolt at the vet

I still have Bolt for at least a few more weeks, if not until Thanksgiving. My MIL is taking him, but she is moving soon, so she asked me to hang onto him until she gets settled in her new place. I had absolutely no problem with that. I have enjoyed the little fella. In fact, he got his first bath tonight. I plopped him in the tub with his mama, who loves baths, and washed them both up. Bolt was not a fan, but he tolerated it really well. He shook like a leaf the whole time, so I got him scrubbed up and out of the tub first. He sure is cute when he is a clean little fluff ball! I also bought him a collar and tag last week, and it is so cute.

I have absolutely enjoyed having puppies. I love it. I plan on doing it once a year for a while because it is just too much fun. The verdict on whether or not Sadie can have more pups is still unknown. I talked to the vet last week and he likened her condition to endometriosis. I just laughed that, "Of course" laugh. The vet says as long as we can stop her bleeding, it is safe to breed her, but the hard part will be getting her pregnant to start with. I'm sure I don't need to say what thoughts were going through my head. All I can do is hope we can fix this. If not, at least I have my Sudsie Sadsie.

This week I was getting Baby Bean ready for daycare when all of a sudden she asked me where my other baby was. I told her I didn't have any other babies, and that she was my only one. She told me, "Nuh uh. You have another baby." I told her not that I was aware of. She kept insisting until we walked out the door that I did.

Today I took her to the store to get a new blanket for daycare because the one she has been using for the last two years is a baby blanket, and far too small. On the way to the store she started counting off the members of our family on her fingers. "This one is Mama, this one is Daddy, this one is Baby Bean, and this one is Kay Kay." I asked her who Kay Kay was, and she said her sister. The whole rest of the way to the store she talked about her sister Kay Kay. For the rest of the night whenever I asked her what her sister's name was, she would say Kay Kay, and when I asked her who Kay Kay was, she would say her sister.

Would I love it if she was being prophetic? Yes. But do I dare get my hopes up that my child knows something I don't? No. It would be great if she did though. It would also make a great story. Time will tell.

I guess that's it for me tonight. It's bedtime, and I have work in the morning. Weekends are never long enough. Night!