A New Man in My Life.

Contrary to the nausea and backaches and dizziness I've been feeling the past several days, I am not great with child. That would be a Christmas Miracle! In a bad way.

But our family has grown nonetheless. We've had Wyatt the Wonder Mutt for the past four months and we love him, but he's really more my husband's dog than mine. Wyatt is big and raucous and playful and silly and the only way to get him to sit on your lap is to forcefully hold him there. And it's hard to snuggle with someone you're having to pin down. High school taught me that.

So, we decided to get me A Dog of My Own. We went to the animal shelter and there I met him. Brown eyes. Squishy feet. A body from here to yesterday and a nose that won't quit. He's a 2-year-old miniature dachshund, and he is my soul mate. His name is Pete. Or MC Petey Pete when he's feeling gangsta. Or P.T. Which stands for Prime Time! Yeah, like Deion Sanders. We're doofuses around here.

I love him with a love that dare not speak its name. He's on my lap constantly, snuggling, giving kisses, accepting kisses. We're very possibly going steady at this point.

He's actually on my lap right now, with his head resting on my wrist as I type.

I wonder what state I would have to move to in order to enter a civil union with my new fella...