Dirty Harry

I haven't wanted to write too much about the puppy adoption process we're going through right now. Mostly because at any moment they can decide not to give him to me. It's a pride issue really. I'll cry, you'll feel bad, I'll hate that you'll know I'm crying...

However, I can't avoid writing about it any longer because I received an email today from the foster mom of the puppy we're hoping to adopt and I can not, for the life of me, think about anything else.

We had originally gone to the Meet and Greet to see a puppy named Dick; as you saw here. But we ended up falling for his brother, Harry. Talk about scandalous! I'll write the whole story of how our love affair began when/if it's official.

So this weekend we have our home inspection. Harry's foster mom told me that if the home inspection goes well he'll be "ours" right afterwards. Well she said "yours". Then my heart melted right out of my chest. I'll have to pick the remnants up off the floor when I'm done writing this.

Please allow me to introduce you to Harry:

I'm in love.