Oh yes I did.
We brought home a puppy.
(With daddy's blessing, of course.)
The new pup's name is Gunnar.
I took this picture when I visited yesterday.
I'm not even sure how I walked away without putting him in the truck right then. But when it comes to big decisions Steve always suggests we "sleep on it." So I tried. Do you think I got any sleep last night? Yeah ... no.
Rachel and I went and picked him up this morning. We were able to surprise Sam, as he had stayed the night at a friend's house and knew nothing about the possibility of getting a puppy.
Gunnar is settling in.
Ladybug sniffed him out and slobbered all over him, and has pretty much ignored him the rest of the day.
I am in love. My heart goes pitter-pat every time he looks at me with those floppy ears.
Oh, we've already had to clean up a couple potty accidents in the house. And he and I had a little discussion about the inappropriateness of using my laptop cord as a chew toy. But I adore him, the kids are so happy to have a German Shepherd again (as am I), and I can see Steve falling in love with him when he finally gets to meet him.
The cats? They are not so happy. But they'll get over it.