Puppy Love

About a week ago, we made good on our birthday promise to Emma and let her pick out her very own puppy. She had decided on a yellow lab.

We initially wanted to go the rescue/shelter route but after the rescue organization wanted to take fingerprints and run background checks, we told them to take a hike. It was almost that bad. The skinny of the story is this: I filled out a rather lengthy online application with essay questions about our home life and intentions for a new dog. The rescue organization then called two of our family members to check up on us. After that we then received an email from them telling us that although we sounded like a wonderful family and got glowing reviews, they needed to do additional research on us by contacting two more references of non-family members who knew us when we had a dog nine years ago. I guess they didn't like it when Michael said, "My dog lives outside and I live inside." I guess that was not a satisfactory answer.

So on to better things. We found a family whose dogs had just had puppies. Emma knew just which one she wanted. Not the one that Mom thought was cute. Not the one that Dad thought liked him. But her very own "Lizzy."

Needless to say, Emma and Evan are having fun with her.

Isaiah is another story. It's like a love/hate thing with him and Lizzy. He is very intrigued and interested in her but if she comes near him, he goes a little crazy. Observe:

Ok, what kind of sick mom would think this is funny?