I said no over and over. I was begged. I had to endure so many pleas. I still said no.
I could not think of any possible way to make this happen. My kids wanted it so badly. My husband wanted to also, maybe even more than the kids. My husband reassured me that we could handle it.
I said no.
We don't have any more room in our house, I said.
We don't have any more time to give, I said.
We are already spread so thin all the time with the four kids we have, I said.
I can't possibly handle another mouth to feed, I said.
More pleading. More begging.
And then...this happened.
We went to visit the puppies. We held the puppies. We kissed and hugged the puppies.
I still said no.
But then, the more I thought about it...the more I could imagine it. The more I thought about it, the sweeter the idea became. The more I thought about how much the kids all fell in love with the puppies, the more I began to think maybe it would work. The more I thought about how much I loved snuggling those little puppies, the more I knew I couldn't say no anymore.
And so, this little lady is going to join our family in a few weeks! She's the baby of the litter, the only blondie, and the last one to open her eyes. She is the one that my baby fell in love with. She's the one that I fell in love with too.
Now we are on the prowl for just the right name for this little cutie. We have a running list but nothing chosen yet...and we are still accepting ideas! (hint, hint!)
On the list right now: Lucy, Daisy, Sally, Lily, Pearl.
We have about 3-4 weeks to get ourselves ready. We have about a million toys to find new homes for where little puppy teeth won't be able to get them. We have three bedrooms to clean and purge, as well as a living room.
We have a cage and a bed to buy, and water/food bowls, and and and...so many preparations to make.
But at least it's a puppy and not a baby! :)