Last year, around this time, I was exhausted. Just after the kids started to get settled with school, tae kwan do started for the boys and we were at the dojo 3 times a week. Next to the dojo was the town pet store, who housed animals needing new homes; consequently R and I were there 3 times a week during class just to pass the time.
One day R toddled straight to the back of the store, and by the time I caught up with her, her face was already smashed up against the plexiglass, and returning the favor on the other side of the glass was a sweet boxer pup.
"Puh-pee! Puh-pee! Puh-pee!" She was, in fact, talking to the pup, and she had totally forgotten that I was there. The pup stayed exactly where she was, her nose against the glass...she wanted out to meet this baby.
I got on the cell phone and rang Hubby, who's voice seemed to be melting at my description of the event...and I realized that he himself probably wanted a puppy too.
So, puppy came home with us. And we named her Sugar. Short for Sugary Dugger. Please don't ask what that means...we left the naming to the children.
We've had her for a year, and it feels like we've had her forever.