Don't Want a Foggy Brain.

Obviously I have been having some trouble with blogging... really it is writing in general. I really haven't kept up on my journal much since I got married... I had times of drought with my journal growing up, but for the most part, I think I kept descent records.... well... most of it was filled with what boy I like that week, and the drama that ensued, so maybe it has diminished because I no longer have the drama! Ha ha! But to the point... I really want to write about Ralphy. I just love him so much, and he was just such a special part of our lives, and he was just so hilarious, I don't wan't to forget it! But I talked about that already..

Not sure if the best way is to write it in a journal, or on this little blog.. Maybe both! I just need to do it! It's hard to know where to start!... I guess I'll just start from the beginning!

Of course I remember the first time I saw my little Ralphy, and boy was he little! I came home late from a night with my friends, it was my Senior Year of H.S., so every night was a late night.. When I got home, the kitchen light was on, and I thought for sure I was in trouble for being so late. I cautiously walked into the kitchen to see mom looking at the ground. I peered around the corner, and saw something really small.. I pulled back and screeched a little bit fearing it was a mouse! I soon realized it was a tiny little puppy. The absolute cutest puppy I have ever seen! He fit in the palm of my hand! I sat on the floor and he came up to me. He had a little rubber centipede he started to play with... it had to have been the tiniest dog toy around, and it was still huge for Ralphy! It was love at first sight. I just couldn't get over him!

We were all so caught up in baby Ralph, that we didn't even take a picture of him while he was at his tiniest! Can you believe that! I even took him to school with me, I just had to show him off to everybody, he was my little baby! I remember carrying him around in a little box with a blanket, he was napping so much, he really wan't a fuss at all. I had him at school for hours! People would ask me what was in the box, and I would say, my little puppy! They looked in the box, and they couldn't even see him because he was so tiny, I had to point him out!

Our family was deciding what would be the best name for him. I remember walking around the Hall after school with Malarie on that day, she followed me around all day she loved Ralphy so much, I mentioned we were thinking about Alfie or Ralphy or something like that. We decided that it had to be Ralphy. He pretty much told us so with his little "rralf" bark. It was his name, it was the perfect name. Can you imagine it being anything but? He was Ralphy!