Not all bubbas are lucky enough to have two divine big puppy dogs to come home to. But then again, she’s not all bubbas!

I’ve read extensively about introducing a bubba to the furry family. We’ve had the DVD that plays baby noises, they’ve been involved in all aspects of putting her nursery together (Beary is a particularly good site foreman!), and I sent home clothes (mine and her’s) from the hospital with my mum so they get used to her smell and my slightly hormone-altered smell. They have been spoilt rotten having their grandma stay with them while I was in hospital. When we arrive home, I’ll go in first and greet them, then my sister will bring Bubba in (as if bringing us a gift). That’s the plan.

(A note here: my sister did an awesome job of driving us home from the hospital on a drizzly, overcast, warm January day in very ordinary traffic).

So, the plan goes kinda like this: I go in first to greet the mutts … I think I missed them as much as they missed me. Bella bought me her favourite toy as a welcome home offering. Bless.

Then we bring Bubba in to meet them …

Beary is a little more curious than Bella …

It’s good to have a plan. When it works!