It started in December when my girl wrote this heartbreaking letter to Santa regarding how badly she wanted a puppy. It's in my PL here. So we talked and talked through the winter on which breed. In the spring we wrote a letter to a breeder in southern Illinois with a $50 deposit for a girl Black Mouth Cur. Bill works with a guy who has one, and we have dog-sat him before. Now don't get me wrong, there was debate about the breed. And when the breeder didn't call, we though we would have to choose another. But on Monday he called and left a message that the pups were ready to go home.
There was a scary moment on Tuesday when it looked like for a variety of reasons this little girl wasn't going to make it home with us. I panicked, knowing how much it meant for Jenna to get THIS CLOSE to getting her puppy, and having it fall through. I put out a FB message and went looking online for pups just in case.
But in the end, two EXHAUSTING days, over 800 miles later, she is home with us.
We drove some through monsoon weather on the way home. Scary, to say the least. But miss Nelli (Jenna's spelling) handled it all like a champ. And by that I mean she slept right through it. Here is the view at 2 in the afternoon.
And out the front window . . .
Jenna and I got to take her out for a potty break later in the day in just this sort of rain. Good times.
But in the end, it's what we do. For this.
Welcome to our family, Nelli May.