The Early Days… One Hour at a Time
By 8:30 in the morning, Zoey had given birth to her four perfect little babies and she immediately basked in her role of Mama and seemed to be a natural at it. But, when I came home from work later that night, not so much… Dan was already in Boston, so when I opened the bedroom door alone to check on the new family, Zoey bolted out without a second glance. Umm. Okay. I’m sure it was no big deal – she found Zee and was so excited to see him, rubbing and nuzzling against him and just gibber-jabbering away about nothing in particular. I just stood and watched in amazement, waiting for her to return to her motherly duties, but she had completely forgotten her new and helpless family and claimed no moral obligation to them whatsoever. Read more ![]()

























