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Meet Dolce

Guess what, guys? Having one puppy is just TOO EASY, so we decided to get another one.  Mainly because Ron really likes Pomeranians.  Go figure, right?

So a couple of weeks ago we added Dolce (full name: Dolce Caramella) to the family!

She looks so happy! Unlike Blanka, who always looks like a grump.

She looks so happy! Unlike Blanka, who always looks like a grump.

In case you're wondering, Dolce and Blanka are getting along really well.  He's a lot bigger than she is (right now he weighs about 16 pounds, and she's just 5.5 pounds), but he does a good job of holding back his weight so he doesn't hurt her.  He does enjoy employing the headbutt/bodyslam technique, though, so we do have to supervise playtime (well that and neither of them are fully potty-trained yet, so we pretty much have to supervise all...time).

First meeting. Blanka = not thrilled.

First meeting. Blanka = not thrilled.

Is having two puppies harder than having one?  Honestly...yes.  But having one puppy isn't really that difficult.  Of course, I imagine that we'd be singing a different song if we weren't both work-from-home freelancers who spend our free time staring at the ceiling, but hey.  I do spend more time doing actual things (such as walking dogs), but it's really only cutting into my 16-hour SVU marathons, and I'll admit that I can stand to do...less sitting in front of my computer watching the most amazing detectives EVER solve heinous sex crimes.

At least a little less.

Blanka's trying to sit for the treat, but Dolce hasn't learned sit yet.

Blanka's trying to sit for the treat, but Dolce hasn't learned sit yet.

Another way my life has changed -- I now have to get dressed every. Single. Day.  It's pretty crazy, I know, but before the puppies I would probably get dressed (excluding gym clothes) and put on makeup four or five days out of the week.  Sometimes two or three.  Yep.  The life of a freelance writer is pretty much exactly how you imagine it to be.  I wake up at 2 p.m. (I still do that -- the dogs have adjusted to my schedule very well), shuffle 15 feet to my home office, plop myself down in my big comfy office chair (an "investment," guys), and sit there watching SVU on one screen and clicking Stumble Upon on the other for 20 hours straight.  Occasionally I write something...occasionally.

So now I do that, but every two or three hours I have to go outside to walk my dogs.  People say having a dog(s) is like having a kid(s), but I say...only if you are a terrible, terrible parent.