Here's the probably longer-than-necessary story.
As you all are most abundantly aware, I've been hankerin for a baby. And when we decided that it wasn't time to bring a screaming Chelsea/Shawn into the world quite yet, we decided that a barking, pooping, fur-baby would suffice for now.
Thus began the over-eager search for the absolute perfect dog. I logged a modestly gigantic amount of hours on Utah's local classified site, KSL. Each day I'd come home and show my husband 37 different puppies I had found and thought were adorable.
Many Google searches ensued - trying to research all sorts of breeds to see what would fit best. We eventually narrowed it down to either a Golden Retriever or a Corgi. I realize those are kind of really random, comparatively speaking - but you know, that's how I roll.
So the KSL search continued when one day I saw this face.
Um. Is it even possible to say no to that face? Shawn and I immediately fell completely in love. The only issue was that he was located in Central, Utah. Which is not by any means in the center of Utah. It is clear at the bottom - a good solid 4 and a half hours away from where we live.
We finally decided that that was not going to stop us whatsoever. We had to wait until he was 8 weeks and then it was on.
We woke up bright and early at 5:00am to leave. Because our Jeep doesn't have my beloved XM radio - I insisted that we go to Wal Mart and pick up an iPod adapter so we wouldn't have to listen to 4 hours of static.
We later realized that we had not purchased an iPod adapter. Indeed, it was an iPod charger. Can anyone say sleep shopping? Hello. As a direct result, we ended up tuning into the world of AM radio, blasting golden oldies like this one...
Boring scenery - old music - husband busting movies - the whole scene just really cracked me up.
Oh. And who could forget about the man at McDonald's who thought the screen in the drive thru was a touch screen. He got up and walked around, and poked it a little. He had absolutely no idea what was going on. Poor dude.
Anyways. We finally got to our destination. The roads weren't paved. And the street name we were headed to was called "Hole in the Rock." That's when you know you're in the butt crack of Utah. For real.
We got to the house and go in to be greeted by 3 fully grown Corgis and 4 of the most adorable little puppies on the planet. Oh, and by a house that smelled of a 6 pack-a-day smoker and the smoker himself. He was a gem. White trash at it's finest, really. He was a nice guy, when he wasn't calling the dogs little sons of bitches and other choice expletives.
There were 3 boys to choose from. We didn't even consider the girl - she was way overpriced. The blue collared one had a biting issue. The red collared one peed about 4 different times on the carpet while we were sitting there. And then there was the black collared one, who we fell in love with in the very beginning, who was perfect!
With all the dogs around, my nose suddenly started running like crazy. Then my throat started itching. Then I started sneezing. Damnit. I cannot be allergic to dogs! So I pretty much ignored it, because I was hell bent on getting a puppy. After playing with all of them for about a half hour, we decided on the black collared one - and I was thrilled. We forked over the cash and he was ours. Eeeee!
Then we trekked 4 and a half hours back home. And he did such a good job. He'd scratch the pillow when he needed to do his business outside - and there weren't any accidents. Yessss. He sat/slept in Shawn's lap the entire time. So. cute.
As you can tell - we are both completely smitten.
We brought him home and showed him to everyone, he met the family dogs and behaved beautifully - for a puppy, that is. Everyone loves him. The grandkids were beside themselves when they saw him. I felt a little bad that the little guy was probably on total sensory overload.
And naturally, here are some pictures - because I can't help it.
These are only my sisters. The grandkids were much more in number.
He will be walking and out of no where just flop down and lay there. It's hilarious.
I had heard that Corgis are known to sleep on their backs - and I guess it's true.
He was absolutely terrified of the squeaky ball at first. And he'll only go get it if it's close enough.
(I never understood why so many people put so many annoying lame videos of their pets on YouTube. I sort of get it now.)
Anyways - Toby is 8 weeks old and cuter than ever. He whines, I assume because he misses his family - and it absolutely breaks my heart. He totally and completely has Shawn wrapped around his little paw. Shawn is straight up crazy about him. It is so, so cute.
My allergies have subsided. I'm certain it's because there's only 1 dog, and not 900. Oh, and because I may or may not have said about 834 prayers asking God to please let me keep the puppy. Toby means "God is Good" - coincidence? Thank you, God.
I promise I'll try not to be an annoying pet blogger. Because, that's lame. But you'll have to excuse the boring videos that I may post on occasion - because I'm just about positive it will happen. But there's the story - and we couldn't be anyyyy happier!
Oh. Just as a side note...
Yes, we bought an SUV.
Yes, we bought a house.
Yes, I can't remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday.
Yes, I sometimes I feel like I'm going to throw up.
But no, I am nooooot pregnant. And unless an angel comes down and pulls a Virgin Mary on me, I couldn't be any more sure.