That's right, friends, we have a new baby! He is a tiny, 1 lb 2 oz, 7 week old, dachshund baby boy. Amy and I had been talking for a while about expanding our family's and agreed that we wanted to find littermates - a red male for me and a black and tan female for her. We wanted to find the 'right' ones, too. We actually thought it would take much longer, but on Thursday I found these little ones on a
wral.com classified ad. We emailed back and forth Thursday night about them and both ended up emailing the guy (unbeknownst to the other) and by Friday morning I was calling to find out if the one red in the litter was a boy. Turns out he was and there were two female black and tans left. From that point on, the signs kept pointing in our direction. Everything from the fact that Amy was called off from work on Friday at the last minute, which meant she could take a short road trip to Oxford, to us finding out later that morning that the red male had been spoken for until the evening before. He was meant to come home with me! And seriously the signs kept on coming - everything was going our way. My mom had been sick for most of the week, but woke up Friday morning feeling great and decided to take a trip to Raleigh. That meant the kids could stay home with her, while Amy and I drove to pick up the puppies.
Amy had a tough time making a decision between the two sweet girls - one of them had really distinct tan markings, which reminded Amy of her Daisy, but the other one - the smaller one, was much, much more into Amy. Clearly, this little girl wanted Amy to choose her. So in the end, Amy had the owner put the two puppies on the ground and she waited to see which one came to her first. When the smaller one crawled up into her lap, the decision was done and we headed home with our new bundles of joy.
Newman and Ellie are both doing great and we can't wait to get them together again soon - definitely this week! The kids love them, although sometimes a little
too much. :-) Puppy training has been especially difficult today, since it's been cold and rainy. When you spend your hours curled up under a blanket and you are only a few inches off the ground, going potty in the rain is no fun! Little Newman is a serious sleeper, until 3am or so. He'll perk up to play every once in a while, but after literally a minute or two, he's ready for another nap. And he is such a cuddler, something we are all loving!