I really don’t want three dogs.  I know she’s small, and adorable, and she lets Dee carry her around like a toy, but I really don’t want three dogs.  We’re calling her Stinkerbell, because we needed to call her something, and she was kind of stinky when she got here, she gives you the Stink eye whenever she gets a chance, and…she’s small and it’s cute, okay?  But I REALLY don’t want three dogs.

We honestly didn’t think she’d be here past the first night.  It’s going on week four, but I’m still calling her a foster dog.  [I really don’t want three dogs.]  But when Scott told Dee that the little puppy was just visiting, and she was going to have to go home soon, for what must have been the 1000th time, she looked him squarely in the eyes and said: “Daddy, that little puppy is home.”

You guys.  Hold me.  I really don’t want three dogs!

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