Puppy Love

For the record: I am NOT an animal lover.

 Last November we got our first dog, Buster, a pug/chiuaua. He was kinda bought on a whim as most big ideas seem to happen around here and was a great dog...which at the time I didn't realize. Sadly Buster got hit by a car in May, which was my fault, which is why I didn't really talk about it. I felt SO bad.

 Emma still asks, "Where's Buster?" 

And I say, "In the stars."

To which she responds, "NO. He's in the dirt!"...we let her watch us bury him. 

Next came Nash. A brittany/ pointer that also came on a whim but this time against my will. He was adopted from the pocatello animal shelter in July and sold this past Tuesday. Nash had WAY too much energy and literally wore down a running path from one side of the house to the other. Really the only great thing was that he was completely an outside dog but we just couldn't exercise him as much as he needed.

After that I set a few ground rules (we were only getting a female, lab, not black, not adopted, has to be a puppy) we began a search that went a lot faster than I had anticipated. You know that baby hungry feeling when you see a newborn? Well I had that when I saw the cutest red fox labs last night. 

Unfortunately this morning they were sold but there were some silver lab/ redfox lab mix puppies in Rigby. Trevor called and decided to meet them in I.F. but said we aren't going up there just to see them, it is either all or nothing. Well, with Trev that always means the first option. I picked the puppy and Trev picked the name...surprise surprise...did you know he has named both our children. He has strong opinions about names. 

So here is Miss Presley our 5 1/2 week old lab. She is as snuggly as she looks and hasn't had an accident inside, yet. Maybe it will be like potty training a second child since I already went through this with the first dog? Needless to say she is getting lots of "love" from the kiddos.