Think of a time in your life when you were eating "the-impossible-is-genuinely-in-no-way-possible" sandwich. Now slather on a layer of "absolutely no way will that happen." Then you serve it up on a "it'll be a cold day in pergatory..." plate. That's what I was making for dinner yesterday when my neighbor asked if we were ever going to get another dog.
Last night, at about 7:15pm, I had finished cutting the grass and was admiring the handywork with a cool beverage and some Wheat Thins, when our trusty Sienna minivan pulled into our driveway with not three, but four "souls" on board, and 10 legs. Remember, I was already sitting in my driveway admiring the finely manicured green splendor in front of me, and I don't have four legs. In the van there was mom, Taylor, Jordan, and... you guessed it, the tan shih-tzu from the local pet store that she couldn't resist. Kristen and the boys have been wanting a dog for many months and I was the roadblock. Today, I gave in. She said she saw a cute little tan shih-tzu (we wanted a little dog) and I knew this would be liberating for me if I approved. So, I'm now liberated! And we have a cute, little, new puppy!
Her name is Lucy, affectionately named after our cat that had to be put down after only two short years. We're about 16hrs into this journey and so far, so good. No poo or pee in the hacienda.
So, all the good times that come with dog ownership are now here in our home. Welcome home, Lucy!