Juaca welcomes puppies!

Our dog Juaca has a penchant for taking God's order (Go forth and mul-ti-ply)  to heart (and wagging tail).

Just this morning she gave birth to a new set of puppies sans help from our resident nurses Mama and Mavette, resident physician Ate Shai and our handy handyman Papang. Somebody put a leash on this bitch (no pun intended). Everyone's so excited, except me, who has become desensitized to former puppies spewing forth latter puppies. I love our dog Juaca but I'm just not the type who likes to cuddle dogs.  In a few days little furry hairballs will be running around, marking on anything that stands at a 90-degree angle to the ground, messing up our new miraculously home-y garage floor in hopes of claiming their puppyland territory. Fast forward to two weeks, they will be served by the hour on the hour hot meals of fish and occasional pork in which cholesterol will not be counted and no washing of dishes is expected afterwards. The whole day is spent frolicking in the garden and playing around until all energy is spent (and cool drinking water awaits).

Sigh...

I wish I was a dog.

Except for the part where I cannot, for the sake of my being and existence, eat chocolates.