So, the only way I am even able to write this is because Libby is sleeping next to me. Otherwise she requires all of my attention. I don't know if she is unusually clingy but I can't even go to the bathroom without her by my side. I always hated it when I would hear people compare pets to children, and I'm not doing that per se, but dang...she has become my life as sad as it might be.

I realized it was bad when I go to work and on my breaks the first thing I do is call (my sister, not the dog) and check on her.

She is really funny though, she is pretty small, seven pounds to be exact, but somehow she manages to take up most of my bed. Me...the same person who jokes that even when she is married she wants seperate rooms...because she does not like to share her bed. The other night she almost took out my eye, when I looked up to find her while I was sleeping she darted at my face and hit me square in the eye...it hurt so bad, I thought if I had to go to the dr. how was I going to explain that my dog hit me in the eye.

The first day I was frustrated, she isn't housebroken, she won't leave my side, she bites (playfully of course), licks my face...I was wondering if I had made a really bad decision. The next day I had to work, and my sister spent most of the day with her. When I got home and got the report that she had still been going to the bathroom on the carpet, that she had been biting, and wouldn't let my sister leave...I again questioned my decision...Friday I was off work...and when I had to wake up at 4 am to make sure that she wouldn't pee in my bed...I wondered who I became. but at some point I talked to my mom...and thought about taking her over there because I am not sure that I can handle it...but I can't do it...the thought of leaving her at my moms and not being with her makes me sad...I know I'm lame. It's just so weird, I never thought I was a pet person, I have never even kinda wanted a pet until last week. But I love that she is excited when I come home...I love that she just wants to sit next to me, even though I am a little concerned I even love that she cries when I leave.

In life other than my puppy...sister is leaving in a week...that is weird. I feel like we still just moved here. So much has happened, and I am so glad to have had this time to find myself a little more with the security of having her around, and I'm also excited to take the next step. As lame and cliche as that sounds...I think I'm finally ready.