Last week I was in a weird place- not totally sure why but I have my suspicions.
Anyway, I was upset. I told Josh, "I'm sad."
By the end of that day, we had a new puppy.
(He's an excellent husband, by the way.)
Before this sounds more ridiculous than it actually is, we've been talking about it for a little bit so it wasn't just some spur of the moment thing. It was just fuel to the fire that I was upset and he wanted to make me feel better, so it clinched the decision.
We went down to the shelter and Josh picked out our little Chopper. He's a beagle/basset hound mix, which is called a bagel. So. Cute.
I'm not sure why, but Chopper likes to walk under/lay where Quincy's missing leg should be. He's like a strange little puzzle piece of love.
Rescues are the cutest.