Anna, our dog, has definitely changed the dynamics in our house. Before Anna, the night was ours. Zach and I could sit back. Breath. Enjoy the silence after a long day of listening to 6 little feet darting across the hardwood floors leaving a path of destruction in their midst. The moments right after they boys go to bed have always been one of my favorite parts of the day (aside from my ultimate favorite time of waking up to one of their feet in my stomach and an arm across my face). It's just such a drastic difference (like day and night hardy har har). The noise associated with the hustle and bustle of a family vanishes and is replaced by the clock ticking and other sounds of the house that are inaudible during the day.
Post Anna, the silent hours when the boys are sleeping is replaced by Anna: Breathing. Sniffing. Exploring. Barking. Laying on me. Sitting on me. Climbing on me. Suffocating me. She's been nearly successful dozens of times at taking my life. Before I know it, I see all 109 pounds of Anna coming at me. She uses the element of surprise to her advantage. She loves sitting on my shoulder when I least suspect it. She also loves Zach. I mean, she really, really loves Zach. He is on constant alert for any sign of Anna's infatuation with him. At any given time when Anna and Zach are in a room together, I can look at Zach and see fear in his eyes. Anna's great for inducing fear in full grown men.
In all reality though, Anna has been a godsend. When Zach is at work and I'm left alone with the tik tocking of clocks, I have Anna's big slobbery head to accompany me. She's not great for conversation, but she is awesome for a laugh.
Anna before the boys met her on Christmas Eve!
