Castle in the Clouds

We're getting a puppy! He's a little fella right now.  I think, if I don't have my dates completely screwed up, that he's only five weeks old right now.  This means we can't bring him home for another three weeks.   The wait...it is making me anxious.  Luckily, his mommy and daddy's owner is very good about sending us pictures of the little rascal.  (Rascal...that' might be a cute name for him!)  He's a morkie.  His mama is a Yorkie and his daddy is a Maltese.  In addition to the little white paws, he also has a patch of white on his chest. He should stay small.  I'm thinking no more than 10lbs.  I'm so excited.  A bit nervous, too, but mostly excited!  

I was in the basement, putting the puppy's kennel blanket into the dryer (he had vomited on it while we were at work yesterday), when I heard my hubby's angry voice through the floorboards above my head. Minutes earlier I had dragged myself out of bed and down the basement steps, leaving him and our five-month-old puppy in bed. Stuffing the blanket into the washing machine, I moved as quickly as my half-asleep body would allow. When I get upstairs and into our bedroom I was met with the most disgusting sight. The damn dog had taken a shit on our bed! On our bed, people! Okay. I can deal with this. Puppy spanked and taken outside before being unceremoniously deposited into his kennel. Toilet paper used to pick up and dispose of the puppy feces. Sheets, blankets and pillows stripped off the bed. Dump first load into the Washing Machine. All before my morning shower. This is not the way you want to start your day. Really. It's not.