After basketball yesterday, Mark and I went our separate ways: Alex had a birthday party to go to, so I took her (and Jacob to whom I owed some ice cream for completing his reading chart) while Mark took the others. When I returned home, Mark said, "Too bad you didn't have your phone with you. I would have adopted a puppy."
Since when do I remember my phone? And what does my remembering my phone have to do with my husband adopting a puppy?
He explained that if I had had my phone, he would have been able to reach me to ask me which puppy I wanted.
Since when do I care what kind of puppy so long as it's a puppy?
Honestly, I just thought he was giving me a hard time for forgetting my phone; in fact, he did at one point say, "That'll teach you not to forget your phone." So I didn't expect him to really load everyone back in the car to head to PetSmart. And I didn't really think he'd actually go through with a puppy adoption. But my wonderful husband did.
And now Max is officially a member of our family. He is the sweetest puppy and so good with the kids. He's about 9 weeks old. What kind of dog is he? you ask. We have no idea, and the nice people with the Humane Society really didn't know either. Whatever he is, he has a sweet, gentle disposition and is extremely affectionate. The kids love him...especially Michael who will sit with him for an hour playing or letting him snooze on his lap.
He seems to be a pretty good dog too. He only carried on for a few minutes last night in his crate, and he didn't mess in it. The carpet, of course, is a different story, but we're working on it. I guess I've had a long enough break from cleaning up poop since Audrey was potty trained that I can handle some puppy accidents.