A Puppy.

We got a puppy. A pound puppy, to be exact. Which, in my opinion, are thee best kind.

I know I talked earlier about getting my boys a puppy for Christmas, but we got home from vacation six days before Christmas and we were busy with family in town and then traveling to see Robs parents that getting one at that time just wouldn't have worked out. And good thing, because then we wouldn't have found this perfect little girl who has already become a bonafied member of our family.

The boys and I made a last minute decision to visit the animal shelter yesterday and I really wasn't expecting to find anything that would be a good fit for us. But when we walked into the puppy room and I locked eyes with this beauty, it was done. I asked Gunner which one he wanted and he picked out the same one I was eyeing. And so, we left with a puppy in tow. 

She's part boxer part something else, and approx. 2 months old. And she hasn't left my side since we brought her home. Gunner is in seventh heaven, obviously, but Colt is a little more reserved. He still has yet to hold him, just prefers watching from afar. For now. 

Oh, and I totally didn't ask Rob if I could get her. For one, I feared he may say no and two, I wanted to "surprise" him. Soooo....SURPRISE!

 Already loves her new older sister. As you can tell, our nine year old lab is super happy about it...snort.

Exhausted and dead asleep. This new pup has no idea what is about to hit her, in the form of a ferocious 4-year olds energy.

She still doesn't have a name yet, as we told Gunner he could name her and so far, all he has come up with are Transformer names and she doesn't really look like an Optimus...

ps. After Rob came home and was "surprised" and had to run down to the store to buy some puppy food, then run back down to his shop to get the dog kennel, and then spend thirty minutes cleaning out the mouse poop from the kennel in the frigid cold garage, he finally seemed to warm up to her.

I mean, really, how could you resist?