So my husband sends me an e-mail from work a few days ago stating that he has a surprise for me and our four cats. I wracked my brain for most of the day trying to figure out what the surprise was. Could it be a new cat tree, another large litter box or perhaps a new kitten? Finally he comes in the house carrying a big box. I'm thinking, "Surely it's a new kitten. Yay!" Imagine my surprise when I look in the box to see a puppy.

Now, I'm an animal lover but I've never been a dog person. I like them but I've never had the desire to own one. I'm cautiously optimistic at this point. He's only five weeks old so there has been absolutely no training. I've never been so happy to be on meds as I have been this past couple of days. Were it not for the meds I know I wouldn't be able to take on this challenge. He's a pit/lab mix and is the cutest thing. He likes to bite a lot and is not house broken obviously so the past couple of days have been spent trying to get him to stop biting and cleaning up his messes on the floor. What I wouldn't give for wooden floors. So that's my new undertaking. At least it is getting me off my *** and doing something.