He Is Here...

On Saturday morning, Steinvic and I woke up, cleaned up, then drove for an hour and a half, into the country to pick up our dog. It was an overcast day, but the lush green countryside was beautiful. We had absolutely no idea where we were going for 70% of the trip, since our pup was born to a really neat family who lives in rural Indiana.

When we were invited in and saw our little guy, snoozing on the couch next to the keeper's youngest daughter, we melted.

He was a just bit bigger than we pictured he'd be in our mind's eyes...all four pounds of him. But that was actually a relief. He was still very tiny and very sleepy and very vulnerable and extremely sweet. Worn out from the bath she'd given him before we arrived...something that she says always makes him very tired.

On the long ride home, he sat on my lap and often stared up at Steinvic's face while Steinvic safely drove us all home. He looked into my face, too. He shivered a little and whined just a bit. He curled up in his blanket and dozed off.

And then we were home, bonding and all figuring out this new dynamic.

It's pretty wonderful.