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.