How much is that puppy in the window?

I told Emma we were going puppy shopping today.
At first she was shocked.

Then she didn't believe me. She called my bluff.

But then she realized I was serious, and got very excited.

But in all seriousness, we have been meeting puppies since Dolly was put down in July, and have had rotten luck. They are never right. The dog would be too mellow. Too hyper. Too interested (or not interested enough) in Emma. We had a beautiful dog come to our house yesterday, courtesy of Placing Paws located in Libertyville, IL. The woman who showed little Roxy was incredibly nice and honest, but she just wasn't right. I had a sinking feeling (if it were up to me, we'd rescue every random dog I'd see walking down the street. Even the ones on leashes.) that she wasn't it, but at the same time I was hoping Brett would see things differently.

He didn't.

So today, we had plans to cruise up to Milwaukee to run to a mall/Target/BabysRUs/Sam's Club, and I suggested (by "suggest", I mean that I suggested by plugging the address into the GPS) we go to a humane society I was aware of in a suburb of Mke.

And we met Sophie, who was everything we wanted. She was playful as a puppy should be, but not nippy or jumpy. She's spayed, house trained, crate trained, mild and cuddly. She paid attention to Emma, but also turned away when she was bored. She's young and moldable, but some of the hard work has already been done for us.

We're picking her up on Monday. I need to find the perfect lady-like collar beforehand. Ahhh, the stress!