Puppies Part 4 of 4. Yes, this is the end... I promise - and yes, there's FINALLY a point.

About a year-and-a-half later, the three of us were living together as a little "fambly" in Burbank, CA.

That's about the time I started to want pup #2. Given that we weren't married yet and still living in an apartment, John couldn't quite wrap his head around that, but in the end, I usually get what I want.

I would continue to nag him about it for the next couple of years. In that span of time, we got married, started new jobs and bought a house.

One day, when we were sitting on the couch watching TV, and the following Petsmart commercial aired:



John and I both look at one another, and our eyes have welled up with tears. That's when we knew our little fambly was about to expand.

Fortunately, the same fabulous breeder, Wendy Bell, had a little girl that she described as "sweet, docile and submissive" - the perfect match for our Otto.

She was sweet and docile for all of 30 seconds. The minute we let her loose in the yard with Otto - it was mayhem:
















But, that wound up being a good thing.

John and I are simply stupid for our pups. We're obsessed. Thus the entire week of posts to this end. I apologize if I have been boring you all to tears - but here's the deal.

I can't even bear the thought of losing one of these pups. That said, I can't imagine what having children would do to our relationship with them.

Would we wind up ignoring them? Would they lose the over-privileged, insanely spoiled life they've grown accustomed to?

I know it sounds completely and totally insane, but I can't really bear the thought of that. Would kids be a good addition to the family and would the pups embrace and enjoy it, or would they feel ignored, replaced and sad?

Anyone with any insight into this, please share.