Wow, how am I ever going to have an actual child. Gary and I had been debating about a dog for oh...10 years. We finally decided on a breed, Vizsla, although if Lagotto Romagnolo weren't so rare and so darn expensive then we may have gone with them since they don't shed. In any case, we decided on a dog, but usually that doesn't mean anything for us since we change our minds hourly. So I was so surprised that on about 5 pm on V-day (which we decided was a lame holiday and to not exchange gifts) that Gary showed up with a new baby Vizsla. He is so precious and so much work! Wow! We have not done anything all day except watch the dog (and spend way too much money at Pet Smart).
Gary calls him a chick magnet: Quote "I'm going to have to start wearing my ring again." (He hates wearing his wedding ring and uses every excuse to not wear it..suspicious?).
We named him Lander after our favorite place on this planet...may not be the most beautiful or exotic but definitely the most nostalgic and where we have been happiest so far.
So now we are puppy parents. This may be to ward off my baby desires or pseudo-desires. Gary thinks he will take him hunting.
So at age 32, I have finally managed to commit to a dog...and I'm scared to death.
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