My son Kyle turned 14 the other day. Forgot to mention he’s an ever changing person–taller than me and a bigger smart-#$%$% than me. But he’s maturing beautifully and at times I feel the urge to want to grab a box of hair color to hide the gray he gives me. It’s all good. I finally gave in and succumbed to the pleas for a cell phone. Texting is his new hobby. When he isn’t found playing his guitar in lieu of homework you can find him straining his thumbs and wrists. Apparently the unlimited texting feature I paid so handsomely for has paid for itself twenty-fold. So, yes, happy belated birthday my 10 pound 5.5 ounce bundle of joy. Here’s to another 14 years. 
I write this post with a raging headache and level of fatigue that plagues any new parent. Yes. I am a new parent. I finally have the daughter I have always longed for. Little Ms. Karma Biasotti has joined the household at 9 weeks of age and is resting comfortably on Riley’s old pillow next to my feet in my office. She came home last night. It’s been almost 10 years since I raised a puppy so it feels like I am rusty in some of the routine. Like any other mom I worry about her getting enough food, her poops and sleep schedule.
Karma has a sprinkle of Riley in her–her great great grandfather was Riley’s grandfather, Dakotah. Karma was conceived right around the time Riley became ill and passed away so abruptly. She comes from a surprise litter. Her breeder wasn’t planning on breeding her little agility star mama Sunshine but nature had a different plan and the little dynamo gave birth to 9 healthy puppies. Red collar girl came home with me. She’s smart. Very smart. We have an obedience and possibly agility path to follow ahead of us. Here’s a photo I casually snapped of my new princess today. Girl Power. Finally, I am not the only bitch in the house.
