Meet Lottie, our
She spent the first few days at home like this...
And this...
And a few times I found her like this...
One afternoon, she decided that the sleeping routine was old. The destruction of Peanut Baby's toys was a much better plan.
Then she looked at us like this, and all her transgressions were forgiven.
I always knew that at some point we would get a dog. Never in a million years did I think it would be a Golden Retriever (I'm a herding dog kind of gal). But you know what? I'm sold. I love this breed. I especially love the English version. They're bigger and blockier and definitely much lighter in color than regular Goldens, but they are the sweetest, smartest, cuddliest dogs in the whole wide world. I love that Lottie can't STAND to not be snuggled up next to me. If I let my hand go limp, she'll remind me to keep petting her by nuzzling her head under my hand. She has been such a perfect addition to our family. I almost can't remember what my pre-Lottie life was like. Although I do recall there being less poop. Destiny? Fate? I don't know. What I do know is that I adore this puppy way more than I thought I could.
I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it!!!
And in case you're wondering, the rest of my life is indeed still boring. Which means you can probably guess what I'll be blogging about for the next little while.