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Things have been mostly great minus the injury to my wrist which we aren't going to talk about. It meant having to give back my daughter for Marie-Christine to take care of, even when I wasn't traveling. Cris and I took the babies to mass on Christmas Eve. Amelia was so pissed off that we had to leave the new puppy at the house. Try explaining to a toddler that you can't take the puppy to church because he might bark and scare the priest or the other people and that puppies don't pray. Of course, that made Ewain cry because how do I know that puppies don't pray since I hardly speak good Daddy french and don't speak puppy language? And once he starts to cry, so does my daughter and then the dog starts barking and Loup stars hissing and everyone wants to kill everyone. And how is that in the Christmas spirit?
And yes, the new puppy has a name. We decided to let the kids have the honour of naming the adorable hairless creature. If you thought life was complicated at your house, then times that by thirty-seven and you have home with the Dandenault-Huet family. After learning how to sing Petit Papa Noel and then repeating it 19083049820 times in two weeks, obviously the children decided that this would be an okay name for a puppy. So they decided to take it on themselves to call the puppy Papa and now every time they are running around chasing after the dog to pull its tail for the tenth time in twenty minutes only to have him bark and then Amelia starts barking back which makes Ewain start barking, we have no idea if they are calling Papa for myself or Cris.
Papa! Papa!
I love that name so much ... for me, not for the dog. And her little lips when she speaks it, you can tell she's trying so hard just to get the words right and it's for that fucking animal.
We could go back to death not being in the Christmas spirit and that's pretty much the only thing keeping me going right now in regards to the dog.
And yes, the new puppy has a name. We decided to let the kids have the honour of naming the adorable hairless creature. If you thought life was complicated at your house, then times that by thirty-seven and you have home with the Dandenault-Huet family. After learning how to sing Petit Papa Noel and then repeating it 19083049820 times in two weeks, obviously the children decided that this would be an okay name for a puppy. So they decided to take it on themselves to call the puppy Papa and now every time they are running around chasing after the dog to pull its tail for the tenth time in twenty minutes only to have him bark and then Amelia starts barking back which makes Ewain start barking, we have no idea if they are calling Papa for myself or Cris.
Papa! Papa!
I love that name so much ... for me, not for the dog. And her little lips when she speaks it, you can tell she's trying so hard just to get the words right and it's for that fucking animal.
We could go back to death not being in the Christmas spirit and that's pretty much the only thing keeping me going right now in regards to the dog.