The girls when they got home yesterday from school were greeted by Irish in her usual exuberant fashion, but with one addition;  she was sportin’ a pair of beige underwear.

The girls are old enough to know about the whole reproductive cycle, so THANK GOD I didn’t have to have THAT discussion with them.  We all had a fantastic giggle and the laughs have not stopped. “Irish and her Undies” has been the source of lots of laughs. I mean, a dog wearing underwear? Oh, the indignity of it. Irish is probably getting alittle tired of being the “butt” of the joke.

Lil’Sis and I had just the night before been discussing when we were going to set up her appointment as it’s been something I’ve wanted to get done since she arrived at my doorstep two years ago. When Tim was alive it just wasn’t a priority and we didn’t have the money. Now it’s essential as I’ll be in the city and quite frankly I DO NOT want little Irish puppies. It’s just wrong to do that to her as it would be just a nightmare logistically. Can you imagine? Up to 10 puppies in some dinky little apartment? Ugh!!!!

Lil’Sis is (rightly so) worried about her all white carpets upstairs. So Irish has been banned from the second floor, which is very depressing for her as the bedrooms are upstairs and she likes to “tuck” the girls in at night, and greet them in the morning.

She’s taking it in stride. Guess with everything else, the move and all, it’s the least of her anxieties. She’s been very good about the whole thing, very patient with the on and off routine at the door before she goes outside. Ms Irish deserves an extra long walk today me thinks.