What on earth could possess me to think this was a good idea? Sure, puppies are warm and fuzzy. Puppies are so cute when they run next to your cute kids in the backyard. Puppies crap everywhere.
Meet Libby, the newest member of the Jameson 5. I think she was sent to me. Really. I have this deep sense of "all things happen for a reason" and "all good things happen in time". But what I can't figure out is how much my free will played into this decision to get a puppy. Queen Elizabeth, or just Libby to you and me, is a yellow labrador retriever. She has yet to retrieve anything.
My girls really like Libby, but not when she decides to use them as a chew toy. We tell her, No, Libby, don't bite the babies. But I don't think she understands English yet. So I told her in Spanish, Libby, no come las cuatitas. She didn't understand that either. Come to think of it, why on earth would Libby know Spanish? Maybe I should teach her.
Like I said, the twins really like Libby. From the first time we saw her - only a week after she was born - they liked her. In fact, they loved her. And they told her so. I looooove you, Libby. I loooooove you, Libbycakes. 
And then this happened. Libby got big. So did her teeth. Her new nickname is "Blades" because her teeth are like razors.But I love her.
Until she chews my shoes.
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