Justin: I think we should get another dog.
Me: Hahahaha!! Oh man. That's funny. . . ... oh wait. You're serious?
I then proceeded to attempt to talk him out of it, actually believing that it might work. Maybe he'd forget about it and move on. Maybe he would realize that buying a puppy isn't a very smart idea at the moment. Maybe I forgot that it was Justin I was talking to.
That dude is smart. He knows how to work the system.
The next morning he sends me a picture of this:
Seriously? How could I say no to that cute little thing? You're right. I couldn't.
So that evening, I came home to this:
and also this:
We are so in love with her. I think you'd have to be lacking a soul to not be in love with her. Unless, of course, she is peeing on the floor, whining, chewing on your shoes/couch/rug/pants/hair/cupboard/door, or biting your nose at 3 in the morning. But then she just looks at you and cocks her head to the side and your heart melts and you forgot why you were upset in the first place.
Harley is loving having a playmate. She was a bit territorial the first day or two, but now I think she's enjoying having another pup to hang out with. And the sweet little pup follows Kennedy all over the house. It's darling.
Welcome to the family, Roxy. Now please stop peeing in the house.