Our thirteen year old grandson, our daughter's eldest, called today with joy in his voice to tell us they had gotten a puppy. They've been talking about it for a couple of years and the three kids, especially the youngest, have been longing and pleading for a pup. As Jack said, "Today the magic began!" She is eight weeks old, rescued from an animal shelter with fur that feels like "silk fuzz." She doesn't have a name yet - they are trying out several and it will be a group decision. I can hardly wait to meet her. We'll be staying with the kids in mid-February while their parents go on vacation so we will get to know her well. I wonder if I'll be able to keep my resolution of maintaining a pet-free home made after a Christmas visit from family members who surprised us by bringing their ill-behaved dog.
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