Yesterday was probably one of the most exciting days I’ve had
all year ever.
We met the newest member of our family.
Though we aren’t sure which one will be ours, I ooh-ed and ahh-ed over every single pup.
We got to meet the momma pup. She was the sweetest, most affectionate dog. Ever.
The first thing she did to “meet” you was to gently place both of her front legs around your waist. She didn’t jump, she really just gave you a hug.
I just couldn’t get enough.
Take good care of them, Momma!
For this occasion, we decided to wear our most responsible-adult-looking outfits.
And by we, I obviously mean that I spent an absurd amount of time freaking out about what both of us should wear and Nav agreed to put on whatever I selected.
Don’t we look like we’d be responsible dog owners?
We will. I promise.
So until November 9th, when we pick up our little bundle of joy, we’ll be having endless conversations over whether he’ll be:
Or any others we think up between now and then.
(We are taking, no, BEGGING, for suggestions)
Frankly, I hope this little guy in the middle is ours.
He was passed out on his back the whole time.
Chillin’ like a villain.
I’m in love.