Errrr.... maybe not...

Did I mention that I've been sick for over a week? I'm finally on the other side it, but the flu nearly killed me this year. So I was looking forward to getting a lot of work done today. Ha!

This morning I worked for a while, then after lunch Tom and I take Cassie to PetsMart to get everything we are going to need for the new dog. Quite a bit of dough later, we come home with enough crap to make any mutt happy. We have a little tag made with our phone number and the name "CoCo" on it and Cassie will not talk about anything else. Seriously.

I come home, work for about an hour, start to feel bad, go lay down (I can work or go somewhere for about 30 minutes to an hour and then I get to feeling kind of yucky again). I get up after 10 minutes because I forgot something.

Hey, I have an email from the lady we are getting CoCo from...

Yeah... you see where this is going, don't you?

Apparently she wasn't as sure as she seemed (seriously, we thought this was a done deal, we had a date to meet her to get the dog, she seemed happy, we were happy, I have NO idea what happened). She said that her son got all upset when they told her they were giving the dog to another home. The reason she was giving away the dog is because she has to go back to work and didn't want to leave the dog alone all day. Fair enough. Anyway, so her kid had a melt down and they decided to keep the dog.

Um.

Yeah.

Let me introduce myself again. My name is Candy - this dumbarse fella over here is Tom. We are the stupidest parents on the face of the planet. Seriously, if there was a license to be parents, we would be childless. Telling our kids we were getting the dog before we actually got the dog is probably right up there. Especially seeing as it was someone that contacted me through Craigslist (which I usually have the BEST luck with).

Crap. What do we do now, right? If I tell my kids, they are going to be CRUSHED. Cassie is mooning over this dog. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

I posted again on Craigslist, but after talking to Tom we decided to call around. Ha! If you want to adopt a dog from a shelter or rescue program, you basically have to submit a blood sample, have a background check, and wait 2 weeks.

Crap.

So... I get on the internet. Hey, there's a breeder in Lampasas, that's just an hour from here. Call 'em up. Yup, they have puppies available. A few hours later, we are home with this:

Meet Julie (I don't know why her name is Julie, that's what the kids say and it's their dog so they get to name it). She's a long-haired Chihuahua, I think she's only 8 weeks old. We paid a lot of freaking money for this AKC registered full bred dog. She's staying. I bought her. No one can take her away from my kids (who think I'm the coolest mom EVER). She's TINY - like really really tiny. She'll grow up to be a regular sized Chihuahua, she is already is very playful with the kids (and managed to chew on the leg of the hockey table). At the moment, she's in there having a complete fit because we put her in the kennel to sleep (I can't let her run around and no way is she sleeping with anyone).

Oh, how the hell do you house train a dog? We bought piddle pads, won't it just like go there eventually? *laugh* I'm kidding - Oh, that's SO Tom's problem, I don't do dog poop/pee.

Seriously though, we have like the ideal situation for a dog in an adoption program (we both work at home, etc etc) and if this goes well we might decide to take in another dog one day and we'll totally look that route. I doubt it, but who knows.

In the meantime, if anyone is in the market for a Chihuahua, call Cher... their website is http://www.cherskennels.com/ -- they were AWESOME!