How can one little puppy change our life so much? The other night I was trying to pack for the Activity conference in Columbus that I had to attend for work Weds-Friday. Franklin kept stealing my socks, picking on Kody, our 9 year old black lab, chewing on Ashleigh's stuffed animals and Barbies (Barbies don't stand a chance against puppy teeth!), and then peeing on the floor. I took him outside. As I sat there in the dark, a little chilled, under the starry sky, as the little guy romped around in the yard, I realized maybe Franklin is trying to send me a message. I like my life structured-you can ask Kory-I have a million to do lists floating around the house. It helps keep me organized-maybe a little too much at times. I realize as much as Franklin has upset my normal routine and changed my life, more changes are ahead. I am excited about the adoption, but I realize it will change our family forever. I'm anticipating it to be a good change, but none the less, there will be many things we will all have to adjust to in order to learn to live together and be a family. So, maybe this little puppy who just so happens to be sleeping soundly on the floor right and looking oh, so cute, can teach me a thing or two about living life more spontaneously. I'm sure Kory wouldn't mind one less to do list!
