Puppies Week 4

Mr. Pom just went through a major panic attack about getting the new dog.  He was after all the first person in the family to express that he missed having a dog and then he started looking at dogs online.

Once The Teen and I got on board, he took a back seat and started to slide back on his desire to get one. About a week ago, it finally hit home that we were doing this again and he decided that gee, a clean house and yard with no dog hair or poop + quiet no-barking household + being able to leave the house at a moment's notice and not make elaborate plans or lock ups for a dog = no stress and lots of happiness.

But don't worry!

It was just a crucible of sorts and now, now, the dear man has not only accepted our adopting the yellow male pup from the Lear X Sarah litter (note how groovy breeder jargony we've become) but when presented with the opportunity to adopt Sarah herself next summer - he jumped on it and practically pressed my fingers on the "send" key when we got the email.

So come next summer, we will have a 9 month old yellow male lab and a 2.5 year old black female lab. Mother and son!

We still don't know which one we're getting, but somehow i think it's gonna be that big boy staring right into the camera!

It's hard to tell from this photo, but their fur is all wet from nursing.

Mr. Pom does say that The Teen and I have pretty much lost our doggie minds. We vacillate between talking about the dog like it's our new baby, or expecting the dog to walk and talk like Brian from Family Guy.

All I know is if this dog thinks it's going to Brown, he'd better plan on a scholarship.