At one point this morning, my mouth was so dry from anxiety, I had to buy a bottle of water at Target. I don't buy bottled water, so this was some emergency.
We had been knocked back and forth by the Humane Society on whether this litter would be put up for adoption. Starting on Friday (and I know, that's not a very long time), we were strung out for days. As late as noon today, we still didn't know what our chances were.
Then, all of a sudden! Come! Visit the babies. Which one do you like? They're not publicly available yet. (It pays to make friends with the higher ups. And to promise them your house when you die. Which we did.)
We picked one in a hurry, and she was the one I'd been wanting, just from her description, ever since last week.
I will tell you more how fabulous she is, later. As of Day One, she is so beyond fabulous, I feel immodest even saying so. She's eight weeks, weighs three pounds, and will get bigger, but not much. She's half Jack Russell. My first girl dog, ever.
We've named her Bartlett.