The Prince and the Puppy

Well…the little Prince George Alexander Louis has gone home. I’m hoping we can slowly go back to normal and let the hysteria die down. All this talk of the little royal is fine, I suppose, but I would really like to get back to important things.  Like Puppy. 

Puppy doesn’t poop. Puppy doesn’t scream; Puppy doesn’t need a car seat, and all the hysteria about whether a car seat is hooked in properly is completely moot. I just need to spray her with a mild soap solution every now and again to keep the pests away (unfortunately I didn’t start this quite soon enough, and there is a small hole in one of her leaves.)

I’m all for human procreation, don’t get me wrong, I’m just glad that for me, the equipment is…er…past its expiration date.  Grandchildren are far more fun. 

And Puppy is far less exhausting, something you don’t really think about a lot when you are twenty-something, but when you are forty-something approaching fifty, is a salient point.

 

That being said, I do think it would be fun to order the cute little receiving blankets that the little prince went home in.  Puppy would love them, come winter.