I think it's come to this:
All I'm going to be able to talk about for a while is our little Scotty girl pup.
We'll be going down to see her on Sunday.
I'm learning about a Raw Meaty Bones diet and questioning vaccinations and checking out vets.
It's not so very different from when we were expecting our first child.
Maybe if I space out the lines, it'll look like poetry and people will still be interested in what I have to say. If not, I may have to start writing in rhymes. Some times.