by a pair of big, brown (or blue) eyes and the wagging nub of a Doberman puppy tail, huh? And now you don’t know what to do, because there is a floppy-eared, peeing, pooping, couch-cushion-destroying monster living in your house and terrorizing your cat?
Rest assured that you are not the first (and I’m sure you won’t be the last) to fall in love, only to realize later that you have NO EARTHLY IDEA what you are doing, or what you were thinking when you paid money for the little devil that ate your Air Jordans but turned its nose up at the squeaky toy that the lady at the store said “no puppy can resist”.
It’s OK. Lock yourself in a room (don’t worry about the puppy- she has already destroyed everything valuable, right?), take a deep breath, and we can begin...