PUPPIES OR PERFECTIONISM? NO CONTEST

It never occurred to me on a November morning as my husband and I drove to pick up our new puggles (pug-beagle mixes) that I was in for some serious character reformation. I thought I was just getting two puppies.

My husband and I were the classic "DINKs"—meaning "double-income-no-kids." Our days were work driven, our home spotless, with nothing out of place. Then early that fall morning, our lives took a dramatic turn when we brought home Buc and Zoey—whom we've since referred to as "the babies."

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