First Born

A tribute to my first born. My problem child.

We have been going back and forth about finding our Henry a new home. He's still not completely potty trained...he pees in his crate...and he whines in the car like you would not believe. He's even gone so far as to poop on my boyfriends arm.

I was mentally prepared to find him a new home today. But now it's midnight and I'm sitting in bed surrounded by soft ears and dog breath. He's laying here at the foot of our bed and I've realized that yet again, I have lost the battle. You were right, Mom. He's here to stay.