Waiting for my Heart to Slow Down
The puppy tumbled partway down the stairs today. He's perfectly fine, but I about had a heart attack. Taking care of a puppy has me pretty much determined that I'm not cut out for having kids. Case in point, the puppy was actually more upset by my screaming than by his actual fall. So, if raising children is worse than raising a puppy, I'm probably going to be dead of a heart attack before they turn a year old. I'll stick with the puppy, as long as he sticks to the ground floor.