My Husband (themanabides) does not know how to spell labrador.

Daddy said we could get the puppy!  Yay!  So I went out to the garage and my pack-rattidness paid off!  (We had a dog, briefly, some years ago, who was incredibly fearful and ended up needing to be put to sleep because a phenomenal injury.  I kept all her stuff.)  So we have a bowl, water thing, basket, bed, and toys, toys, toys.  Also, leash, harness, muzzle (!), and at least 3 different brushes. 

The brushes will come in handy because, even though the neighbor who is giving us the puppy says that both his parents are labs, they both have quite long coats, which version labs don't come in, I don't think.  So, a mix most likely. 

The Daddy doggie is a big ol' doof of a dog, though I know the Mama dog is a bit protective, but overall I'm not too worried about temperament.  We've got all kinds of shit to change, though.  Gotta bust out the baby gate, cuz 'til I'm sure he's housetrained, he's gonna be trapped in the kitchen whenever we go out.  We're gonna need someone to babysit him when we go away in May.  We're gonna need to walk him, and train him, and teach him not to shit in the house, or eat the kids' toys, or bite, or jump.  Elder son says we need to train him not to utterly freak out every time you touch the leash, the way Sis-in-law's dog does. 

Elder son is scared of dogs, but he had some time to think over whether we wanted to bring the puppy into our house.  It was discussed that the puppy WILL chew on our stuff, and it will probably bite and scratch for a little while, until we teach him not to.  He understood, as far as I can tell, and decided to agree to the puppy ownership anyway.

Now, to stress to the Hubby:  this means you must keep the grass in the backyard cut (it's up to Younger Son's waist in the lower part, and almost to my head in the upper part), and we must pick up poop at least once a week.  Yay, weekends will be fun!

Though, it just occurred to me, this means I'll have even less privacy than ever.  Yay.

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In other news, still no jobs for either of us.

I've dyed my hair back to an employable color, but every time I try to think of how to explain a decade long gap on my resume, I feel like throwing up.