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I was going to sleep in today, but around six, or so, I had a vivid dream, and woke from a sound sleep to adrenalin pumping awake. Why? Because in the dream someone had knocked on a door, and I would have sworn that someone had given two forceful knocks to our bedroom door. My first thought was that real life and dream had merged and that Trinity was knocking. When the kids knock at odd hours, you know it’s not for a good reason. Okay, once they get above a certain age. What is it about toddlers, the just don’t sleep much. But, I was actually sitting up to go check, when I realized that Trin is with her father this weekend. In fact, I was in bed with the only other human being in the house, and Jon was fast asleep. So, he didn’t hear anything. Which meant, my own dream woke me. Crap.

But I’m nothing if not stubborn, so I lay back down and did manage to fall asleep again. Yea! Then suddenly, Jon gave one of those tremendous whole body jumps and the next thing I know I’ve been wacked in the head with an elbow. I yelled, "Ow!" Which woke him, and left him puzzling as to what happened. The hand on my head, and the ow that woke him clued him in, and he apologized with his eyes still wide and panicked from the dream.

It was now seven in the morning. I gave up on sleep. I made sure that Jon knew there was no hard feelings about the flying-elbow-of-death, then got dressed. I could hear Sasquatch downstairs barking. He’s a lot less happy in his crate now that he doesn’t have Phouka to sleep with him. She was our puppy keeper. Both Sas and Pip slept in her crate when they first arrived. There’s no puppy whining when they’ve got someone to cuddle with, and now Sas misses it. We are looking for another female pug. I don’t dare bring another boy in with Pippin being so nicely Boxer dominant. I’m trying to find an older dog, at least not a little puppy because of the housebreaking issues. I don’t want a puppy having accidents on the floor with Jon still on crutches and forbidden to put any weight on one foot. It just has slippery disaster written all over it. Don’t you think? I’m trying to be so good, but it’s hard. Two dogs lost in one twelve month span; the house seems empty. It would be so easy to get talked into the wrong dog, right now. So, I’m trying to be careful. There’s a lead on a one-year-old female pug, but again it depends on how Pip and Sas, and she, get along. It’s always interesting bringing a new dog into your pack. But our pack seems awfully small right now. Sigh.

Darla just called me with a pug puppy alert at the local Humane Society. I know I’m trying to avoid puppies, but . . . Called, and she’s gone to her home. Good for her, and her new family. Temptation has been put out of reach, again. Also, on top of everything and everyone else I take care of, do I want to add a puppy to it? No. Really, no. Out there, somewhere is the slightly more grown-up dog just waiting for us to find her. Patience is, indeed, a virtue on this topic. I will try to stand firm, and avoid going to all rescue events. The last two times I found a dog that I would have gladly taken home, if I hadn’t been so uncertain on his welcome by our pack. But they weren’t pugs, one was a Shih Tzus, and the other a poodle. Neither breed is one I’ve owned. If I had no other dogs, or it was just Sasquatch I might have taken them both. Bad idea. But, I think about them both, especially the poodle. But he was five, and a boy, and I just don’t know how either of my boys would take to one the same age as Pip. I think younger and female will be less likely to cause problems. And I need to stick to breeds I know and understand. I love Pip, but I’m still struggling to understand him. I get Boxers, sort of, but the mix of that with Brittany, has me puzzled after five years. I don’t want to be puzzled anymore. I want to be comfortable, and not have that wistful sadness that still comes over me when I miss Jimmy or Phouka. Jimmy’s favorite bed in my office seems empty. Strangely, it’s still not a favorite of our remaining two boys. They’ll use it occasionally, but they stick with the beds that were always their favorites. Sas likes the soft, and squishy ball of fluff, and Pip likes the Orvis hard-chew in the corner. Jimmy’s bed was supposed to be big enough for all of them, but it was rare for all the dogs to use it together, it just became the Oldendogger’s bed. I’m off to take the boys out, because they’re giving me that "I’m full" look. Then wake Jon, and let the day begin. Of course, I’ve already eaten breakfast, so I guess my day is pretty much already on the go.