I'll Put You Out of Your Misery

Okay, so that last post was a little unfair. And I'm not going to make you wait until tomorrow for the answer. Due to the comments and personal e-mails I've received since my last post title, I thought I had better let the cat out of the bag and reveal who exactly it is that's pregnant.

And I'm sorry for misleading you. You all left such kind words of Congratulations--I was feeling guilty for leading you all on like this. But, I must admit, it was kind of fun to get this much shock value out of a post.

Kristy, you win. You guessed it. It's my sweet puppy Alaska who's pregnant, not me.

Remember a while ago I referred to the incessant barking we had going on over here because our female dog was in heat and I feared that she was bred while we were on vacation? Well, I surmise that's what happened. She'll be having her puppies in about two weeks from now. I hope she can get through it. She's not quite two years old. And knowing her, she's going to be whining the entire time due to the pain she's experiencing.

But the good part of all of this is it means I'll have some absolutely adorable puppies to sell. They're a lot of work, but it's worth it in the end.

Anyways, I hope you aren't all too terribly upset with me over the disappointing news that it's my dog and not me, who's about to give birth.

Alaska: The Mother-to-Be