This 8 week old pup is NOT the little puppy we brought home. His name is Toby and he belongs to my next-door neighbor.
However, he IS the puppy that started me thinking we might be ready for one of our own. My little guy couldn’t get enough of him. :) Isn’t he sweet?
For the last two weeks, I watched my son carry him around every chance he got. He’d spend his free time watching for the little pup to appear outside, lol! It was hard to miss the pretty-please in his stalking eyes.
So I began to look at puppy ads. Not that I had made up my mind. I was just seeing what was out there.
One ad made me laugh. It was titled “Easter Puppies” and showed a picture of two tiny dogs with eyes the size of saucers and tufts of hair that stuck out in every direction.
Then I saw an ad on Saturday for 4 little puppies, just six weeks old. One boy and three girls. The picture of their little heads peeking out of a box made me smile.
I showed the picture to my husband and he glanced at it. Then he looked at me with squinty eyes that questioned the soundness of my mind.
I showed the picture to my oldest son, and he said he didn’t like brown dogs.
I showed the picture to my middle son and he said we should get one.
I showed the picture to my friend, and she said I should get a girl.
I showed the picture to my little guy and he said, “Let’s go! Let’s go!”
I showed the picture to my husband again. And this time, after he read the entire ad, he paused and said (with absolutely no enthusiasm), “Get an address.”
When I called, they said there were only two left. Both girls. I knew it would take us an hour to get there and they might be gone by the time we arrived. I didn’t know if I wanted them to still be there, or be gone. We prayed that God would make it obvious whether we should bring one home.
I know that sounds funny, but we really were apprehensive about bringing another dog into our lives.
As soon as I saw the pups, though, I knew in my heart that one of them was coming home with us. We spent 45 minutes playing with them and one seemed a little more outgoing. So we picked her.
On the way home, with her sitting in my lap, I couldn’t believe what I had just done! I remember like it was yesterday each time I brought a new puppy home. And I don’t remember ever feeling such a mix of emotions.
What kind is she, you ask? Her mom was a golden mix, and her dad, they said, was a husky mix.
I see mostly golden in her coat and shepherd, I think, in her face. The only husky I see in her is her tail which likes to curl up tight when she walks. Do you see anything else in her?
And I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who loves her already. :)
She took to her crate immediately and is the most contented puppy I have ever had. She whines only when she needs to go out. And has had only
one two accidents.
I like the way it looks like she just had a drink of milk!
This picture makes it look like her head is huge, lol! It’s really not!
Names in the running are Lu Lu, Ursula (Russian for little bear), Mayble, Gretta, and Piper (like the little bush plane that so many depend on for supplies in remote areas), and Abby (like in Abby Wombach, a great female soccer player).
Two sons and I kind of like Lu Lu. Or Lu for short.
My husband and oldest have stubbornly set their minds on Ursula. Obviously, they care more about semantics then how odd it would sound to yell that out the back door.
I told them Ursula doesn’t roll off my tongue right. Yet Hubby insists that it rolls just fine off his and that he can’t help it if my tongue is challenged.
Obviously, this is going to take time for us! Lol! But we really need to pick something soon!
Do you have any good name ideas?? And if you had to pick from my list, which would you choose?