I thought about how in one chapter I wrote it talks about Mr. Peabody researching on how to raise Sherman, so I thought I'd make a chapter about it.

I stared at the blank screen of my high definition computer. Was I, Mr. Peabody, the world's smartest human…er…dog, really going to do this. The adoption agency had said it would be hard, how there would have to be a court with lawyers and propaganda. Yet, here I was, sitting at this computer about to get started.

I slowly booted my computer up. Icons started appearing, and I clicked on the blue e with a yellow circle around it. The words, Google, appeared in front of me, big and colorful. I moved the mouse and clicked on the search bar. Where to begin? Oh, I know. F O O D. Enter.

When a billion things I didn't care about popped up, I narrowed my search down to, what does a baby eat? After nearly 30 minutes of typing and clicking, I was able to realize not only would I need to buy a large supply of "baby food", I would also have to get other foods such as cereal and dairy. Also, as the child grew up, it would have to eat real human food. It looked like my gourmet dog food recipes would not be sufficient for the child.

Next I went shopping for the boy's room. I already knew that a dog bed would not work for him. I soon found out that he would need a crib, but unfortunately there were millions of different types of cribs to choose from, all saying they were the best. I finally chose a plain tan one and added it to my shopping cart. I think I went a little overboard after that, buying toy after toy after decoration after toy. It was simply that every time I clicked on a new page a dozen interesting things would show up.

Clothing was next, and I knew that unlike me just a bow tie would definitely not be appropriate. I didn't know what exactly get him, so I finally decided on just a plain white baby outfit, which I ordered 5 copies of. As he got bigger I would worry about what he would wear then.

It went on like that after a while, me searching and discovering new things. It didn't occur to me until a couple of hours later about the bathroom situation. I, considering I was a dog, didn't have a toilet, only a small room with some fake grass and newspapers in it. Since he would obviously need to go to the restroom, he would definitely need a bathroom. There would have to be plumbing for that, which of course would lead to a complete remolding.

I ended up falling asleep halfway into reading an article on how to change a diaper. I never knew how expensive and hard it would be to raise a child. Still, I was a genius, and raising a child couldn't be that hard, could it?

Ok, that was really cruddy. Whatever, I'll try to make the next one kind of better. But, are you happy now crazyfangirl? ;)