Oh, it's something that's been on my fuzzy radar for a couple of years now, but something that Jimmy adamantly has said no to time and time again. Why? Because our last dog sucked ass! Not literally, but she did eat her poop, and that is worse than sucking ass if you ask me.
Her name was Snuffie, or Snuffalupagus to be exact, and she was insanely stupid. Or stubborn. Could be both. We had this dog for 6 or 7 years before we finally gave up and found her a new home. There's only so much puggy poo you can take on your carpeting, ya know? I would walk back and forth with this dog for 20 minutes in grueling Florida summer heat, but would she go? No! But five minutes or so after we returned to the air conditioned house she'd take a load off. On my carpet. Did I mention her other nick name was Snuffapoopagus? I won't even go into the whole face wrinkle crud that needed to be cleaned out every few days. GROSS!
So, Jimmy said "No more dogs until I'm really ready!", which took him approximately four years and, he had to pick the next breed. So, for four years I begged and pleaded but it wasn't me who changed his mind. Nope, it was a coworker who often talked about his golden retriever puppy. Jimmy grew up with a golden and has always loved them. Next thing you know we've got the breeder's number, found out she already has two litters growing and made an appointment to meet the 5- week- old pups. Saturday was the day! Waaaaaaaa hooooooooooooooo!
When we arrived, all the pups were in a fenced play yard and when I saw all of them I said to myself, "How the hell can we pick one puppy out of 15?"
It wasn't easy. First, we observed.
Look! A puppy pile-up!
Oh Lordy, who could resist?
Then we met the Mommy, Chanel, the other Mommy, Georgia and, the Daddy, Gator. Now Gator is a beautiful boy, and the same can be said for Georgia, but Mama Chanel had a really hard time with delivering this litter and boy did it show. She was skinny (Jill said this is normal for a mama dog after having a litter) and not even very "golden" colored. Jimmy immediately said we had to pick a pup from Georgia's litter.
Okay, that'll be easy with all of these to choose from!
Here's Daddy, Gator, with Chanel behind him.
Until I met Chanel I thought I had the biggest, saggiest, had- the- booby- juice- sucked- out- of- me, ta-tas, but this poor girl takes the cake. They were ginormous!
Ah, but the babies her and her friend Georgia popped out!
Look at how white this golden boy is! They're actually keeping him to use as a stud.
Poopy Pants thought it was great fun to repeatedly throw her beloved kitty in with the puppies.
He's down! And one! Two! Three! He's out!!!!!!
I love me some puppy kisses!
Aw, could this possibly be my new baby? And why am I biting my lip?
Madison says maybe she could suffer by having this puppy.
Mikayla says, "I am not leaving here without this one!"
Madison and Alexa were having a blast. Jill just held Gianna and looked on with jealousy and depression. She wants one! Neener Neener Sis! You can just bite my fuzzy-lovin' ass. You already have three at home!
Dang, I think we tired them out a bit.
Jimmy, the hard-ass, became like a big squishy marshmallow around the pups.
"I think I want this one!", he says.
Another group nap.
So, who did we choose?
This one!!!!!!!!!!! Is she not the most adorable thing you've ever seen?
Come on now, this deserves a collective Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
And guess what? It's one of Chanel's babies! Hey, when a puppy "speaks" to you, her mother no longer counts!
Madison had my camera, and she made me so proud. She got a picture of our puppy taking her first dump for her new Mommy!
Unfortunately, we can't take her home until April 4th, the day after she gets her health certificate from the vet. We're all crawling the walls like ants in anticipation of bringing her home. The crate is bought (the one we had the girls in from my last post), she already has a couple of toys, and we're researching a good dog food that won't put us in the poor house.
Now all we need is a name! I think we've got one picked out, but neither of the girls are too excited about it. On the other hand, I adore the name and isn't that what really counts here? ME? Although I'm quite happy with the name that's in my head, I'm going to put up a poll to get bloggy opinions. Let's see if you all have great taste in naming dogs, such as I do.
One more thing before I go. Something that had to be photographed for all of you decor gurus who make your front porches look like heaven.
Why not try this now that spring is here? I think Picket will especially appreciate this element of outdoor decor.
I could explain to you the reason behind this, but nah, I'll just let you use your imagination.
Don't forget to scroll to the top of the page to put your vote in on the puppy names!!!
Pssst! If you love me, you might love my sister more. Go visit her at Jill's Believe it or Not, and tell her I sent you!