We're Pregnant!! (Totally thought I could type that with a straight face.)

I forgot to take my Prozac yesterday.

And again this morning.

So I'm blaming my momentary loss of brain function and rational thinking on the absence of the drugs that keep me sane.

Because I just might have jumped off of this huge ledge and adopted a dog today.

Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willus?

Yep.  I feel the same way.  Only I'm finding out that I'm kinda okay with the idea.  Strangely enough.  Actually a little excited.

This is how it all went down....

Our big ole outside dog has been gone for awhile now.  And our family was missing Ozzie something fierce.  Especially Mr. Animal Planet, Keaton.  Like snot and tears in the dentist office waiting room.  And in the store.  And in the car. And during dinner. And.And.And.

And somehow I decided (with a lot of his help, mind you) that having a new dog might ease our sadness a bit and help us get over the hump. 

So we headed over to the Humane Society to check out the local doggies.  Keaton has watched enough Animal Planet to be brainwashed very wisely know that there are millions of dogs that need good homes in shelters all over the U.S. (it is possible that I've heard this speech a time or two), so buying one was out of the question. 

We met several dogs.

There was this rowdy playful puppy that looked just like Sawyer.  Red hair and everything.  But he looked like he would eat my shoes in 3.4 seconds.  So we moved on.

There were 243,583,323 (give or take a few) big ole outside dogs.  No thank you.  Been there. Done that.  Had the teeshirt, but the rowdy pups we've had before ate it.

There was a precious little dog named Nikki that had just had hip surgery.  And she was as sweet as she could be, but we don't have the $1200 that Miss Nikki needs for the hip specialist that they were requiring her to see. Wowzers.

And then there was Lunabelle.  Well, actually there was Luna.  But we've renamed her.  Because I need more girly sounding business up in here.  (And props to Lunabelle's Auntie Tiff for naming her!)

A sweet looking mutt.  That's it.  Just a mutt.

But the most precious looking mutt I've ever seen.

According to the lady working at the shelter:  Lunabelle's family had to move; she's potty-trained; she never barks; and is a great inside dog.

And then I asked the lady what the catch was.  Because surely there was a catch.

Um. No.

Except that when we were at the shelter for our introduction, she peed 3 times and pooped once in the room.  Not exactly a great first impression.

Maybe it was just nerves.  Because everyone gets a little nervous when they are on an interview, right?

I signed the papers for a foster night with Lunabelle, and we brought her home for a test drive. 

And so far.....she's on go.

She hasn't peed on my new floors.  Score.
She hasn't barked once.  Score.
She already knows how to sit and shake.  Score.
She has lovely table manners.  Score.
She hasn't licked me in my face.  Score.
She stays off my new furniture. Score.
And she likes to watch television.  Score. 

I think we're going to get along just fine.

Welcome to the family, Lunabelle! 

(Unless you eat my shoes...and then you're outie!)