You Don't Know Jack......Yet

I am back my dear friends and I missed most of you.....

Why "most" of you, you ask ?

Well, while I took 3 days off from blogging and visiting to make some order in my life and celebrate my son becoming a teenager I lost 35 followers....OUCH.....35.....really?

That is freaking amazing.

I though I would be more upset, but the truth is.....I am fine. I know those followers were just bloggers who followed me not because of me and what I bring to this wonderful blog world. They followed me just to get their numbers up.

All I have to say to all of them is screw you that I hope they will find what they are looking for and please, don't come back. Now, I have to figure out who they are and return the favor....cause that's how I roll.

I am a firm believer in QUALITY over quantity.

I also want to thank all of my wonderful friends for the supportive and encouraging emails and tweets I received over the weekend. That's why I love you all.

With that said and my little rant is over maybe I am upset a bit let's move on.

Yesterday my handsome Hormone Boy turned into a teenager.

It was bittersweet because Mr.Misery couldn't make it home, but I think the puppy made it better.

Yes, as much as I was fighting against getting a new puppy I lost.

My sister surprised my boys with a 9 week old Schnoodle puppy called Jack. It took me about 3 seconds to fall in love. I am a sucker for puppies and glutton for punishment at the same time.

I was not looking forward the sleepless nights and accidents in a house. I gave in after I saw the happiness on my boys faces.

As a family we've been through very tough times in last 17 months and my boys really stepped up to challenges we've been facing without complaining so it was my turn to show them how proud of them we are.

So Jack is here to stay especially since he's been making my job of training a puppy much easier.

It's been almost a week since Jack became part of our family and he's been a prince.

Every night he goes to sleep in his kennel at 10pm without a whimper. He stays quiet till 6am when he hears my alarm clock to go off and let's me know it's time....

So far there was only 2 accidents in a house and they were my fault for not paying attention to him letting me know "it's time".

The best part is the love and excitement he shows to all of us.

Every morning he must visit both boys and spend few minutes with them in their beds.

When they come home from school he is so excited that I am waiting for his tail to come off.

The best part about Jack is.........I don't feel like a weirdo not as much when I am talking to myself while blogging. He's right there under my chair......Right, Jack?

See, it works. All I have to do is to throw the word Jack in once in a while and I am no longer neighborhood freak crazy lady talking to herself .

I should have gotten a puppy long time ago.

I have to go now and figure out what other things I can blame on Jack. The possibilities are endless.

"I didn't eat your donut, LP. Jack did it." Bad dog Jack....bad dog!