I'm off today! Anyone else? We get today and next Monday off -- one each for George and Abe.
But I had to get up early today . . .
Because of this little girl . . .
I couldn't take it anymore. I was too sad and the hubby was too sad. We put our name in to a couple of rescue places and were approved for a little girl puppy. Even though we wanted a boy. But we rearranged our thoughts and the next thing we knew, we wanted this girl. Badly. We went shopping and bought a bunch of stuff . . . only to be told (the day before we were supposed to bring her home) that there was a mix-up, and the director had given her to a different family.
My eyes might have leaked just a little bit over a puppy I had never met. Just a tad.
And then . . . another rescue called us and said they had some puppies at a foster house and did we want to take a look . . .
I'm sure the hubs can fix the big gaping Kristin-sized-hole-in-the-front-door sooner or later.
We drove far and wide and then after a few hours of stepping in pee and being chewed on by ELEVEN puppies, we picked her.
We thought for sure we would get a boy. I was kind of counting on it. I don't know why. Just because. Maybe because Foster was just so cool. And Sydney was . . . well, you all know how Sydney was! So I pictured us getting a boy.
And then we didn't.
And I only had a boy name picked out. For, like, YEARS, I've had this name picked out.
So the twin helped me with a little twist on the spelling and we're keeping the boy name even though she's a girl.
Even though soooooo many people have had opinions about it that it's not even funny. Even the girls at the vet gave us grief.
Now I get why some couples choose to keep their baby's name a secret until it's too late and the name is permanently on the birth certificate so even if you don't like it, there's nothing you can do but call the baby a nickname behind the parents' backs.
She's our Murphie girl. And we love her. And she knows her name! She does! So back off already!
And, just to be sure no one confuses her for a boy, we pinked her out.
Her collar is pink, too, but it's reflective so there's a glare. I think. I don't know. Could be that I'm not a professional photographer. Just a nerd who puts flowers on her dog. And I'm married to a man who picked out the flower. Plus he picked out a pink heart charm with fake diamonds to hang from the collar. It doesn't bother me in the least that I can't remember the last time my hubby gave me flowers or bought me fake diamonds. Uh uh. Nope.
Our little 11 week old Murphie girl has really helped us with our sadness.
And if you'd like to change her name because you don't like it, you are welcome to come over at three in the morning when she needs to be let out of the crate for a potty break, and we can discuss it then. Deal?
P.S. We have a baby gate set up in the family room so Murphie is only in one part of the house. I left her alone to use the bathroom and when I came out, she was waiting for me on the other side of the bathroom door. I can barely get my legs over that baby gate and apparently, she can jump it already.