One of our employees adopted a puppy from the Humane Society late last week, and brought him by the shop to finish out the work day. His name is Otto, and he’s the sweetest little 14-week lab mix you ever did see. I proceeded to fill a memory card with snaps of him and the Doodle, and developed a mild case of puppy fever over the course of the afternoon. Those tiny paws get me every time.
Doak was on the fence about Otto. One one hand {paw?} he was awfully spunky and fun to play with, which beat an afternoon lying on the floor, waiting for a customer to come in and lavish attention on him. But on the other, that puppy stole some of his thunder, for which he was less than pleased. I guess he’s happy to be an only child.
Which is the only thing keeping me from driving down to the shelter and adopting a puppy, STAT. Well, that and the mister — voice of reason that he is — reminding me that our little family is perfect just the way it is.
What do you think?