Full house

Vinny is home!

They gradually weaned him off the oxygen and he did well enough that they were able to release him. The dogs were so excited to see him! When I brought him in, I held him as I placed him on the floor in front of them. They sniff, sniff, sniffed him while their tails were wagging like crazy. Once Vinny had enough, I let him go and he ran to the bedroom upstairs that I never use. He likes to spend time up there since the dogs never really go there but just in case, I put the baby gate up at the bottom of the step to keep them downstairs.

 

Guess who tripped over it?

 

 

 

Hey, at least I didn't sprain or break anything. This time. They should call them adult gates.

 

It's been such an emotional couple of days. I was such a wreck. I honestly don't know how those of you with kids do it. If I had children and something happened to them, I would be beside myself. I would be so strict and over protective and that combined with my inherent mental issues would spell eventual matricide for sure.

 

Of course, it wouldn't be like a Lyle and Erik Menendez thing. That would require a father and the above mentioned mental issues would have made him leave years before the kids were at an age where they could go out and buy illegal firearms.

 

Things are going to change around here for all the babies. No more running out to pee off lead for the dogs and I'm hoping that I'll be able to keep Vinny inside from now on.

 

Thank goodness none of them have opposable thumbs.