|Homer comes home tomorrow!|
When we got my current dog (Dusty the old man, 14 years old, still going strong but living with my parents), I had no time to think it over. I was begging my parents every single day for a dog (aka my dad with creative printed notes waiting for him on his pillow nightly because at the time I rarely saw him before bedtime due to his schedule). Thinking back he must of loved coming after a long day of meetings to a begging reminder from his 13 year old daughter on his bed, but I digress.
It was a cold rainy day in March and my parents instructed us to get in the car as we were going to pick up a dog. I remember my stomach fluttering with nerves as I exclaimed "WHAT?! WE'RE NOT READY WE DON'T HAVE ANYTHING". Apparently my parents had been plotting behind my back those sly dogs (har har har).
|Seriously, look at that face!|
This time I have had time to prepare for a new puppy if only for a few days instead of minutes. I don't know if it's better or worse. I'm over thinking everything (as usual) and my list for Pet Smart was a mile long (thank god for leftover gift cards from Christmas/my birthday). Thank you to the staff there for your patience and help as we navigated our way through the store and prepared for our little man's arrival.
But I believe in good omens and tomorrow is supposed to be another super rainy day. Which is perfect for us to pick up our newest addition just like we did 14 years ago with Dusty.