I did something I didn't mean to do this weekend, I fell in love with another guy. No worries though, this new guy is furry, four months old and probably weighs five pounds. He's a little yorkie puppy! I have a little dog named Gwen. I adopted her last year from a shelter. I have no idea what type of dog she is, but she only weighs about fifteen pounds. She is full of energy, she also loves people and other dogs. I got her when I was having a tough time last year mentally. My dear friend suggested I get a dog so that I'll have a loyal little friend and someone to take care of. I picked Gwen at the shelter and not her brother because she was so lively and when I picked her up, she licked my face. It was love with that first kiss.

I never had a dog before, growing up cats where the family pet. So I have one dog and now I want another. I took at trip to a dog breeder this weekend just to look at the puppies but as soon as I held this little guy I wanted him. Unfortunately (or maybe it's fortunately), I began thinking with my mind and not my heart. Can I really take care of another pet? So I went home without the little guy and three days later, I'm still thinking about him. I asked Gwen if she wants a brother, she looked at me crocked her head and then continued to chew on her ball. I took that answer as a yes. So I'm still only the mother of one dog right now, maybe if its all meant to be ill be the mom of two. Which is funny because I have said that if I'm ever blessed with a child one day I would want only one, now I realize I can't even be the m to one dog without the desire to have another...