But not in the form of another human. Nope...this addition will be of the canine variety. After much deliberation, and some extensive research, we've settled on this breed... The Irish Water Spaniel.
He doesn't shed as much as most breeds, produces less dander, and is an overall nice family dog. Of course, there are zero breeders in Arizona...so it will require some travel in order to get him. Them's the breaks I guess. Better than nine months of getting fat followed up by a c-section. Or is it?
…not Murphy, and not Guinness…but Finnegan! Long story, but we landed on Finnegan for his name. We will call him Finn more than likely, and so far it seems to fit.
Finnegan and I had an okay time on the plane ride home. He was scared and unsettled in the airport, and threw up twice in his carrier. He wasted no time letting me know how much work he’d be! Once home, he was good to go. The kids adore him, and I am thankful that he doesn’t seem lonely like I thought he would.
Night was a whole ‘nother story. Up to go potty at midnight, then up at 4am…seemingly for the day. We’re going to have to rectify that in a hurry or mamma is not going to be a happy camper. Meanwhile, coffee is my berry best friend. Yes, I said “berry.” That’s what being up at 4am will do to a person. A few more pictures before I bid farewell…
Get right on in there Colton for a big wet kiss!
Pay no attention to whatever is on my cabinets. Though, now that’s all you’ll see.
Needless to say…he is a lover.
This last one is Finnegan’s dad. So…this is how he’ll look when he’s full grown. He is going to go through all sorts of awkward and cute along the way, and of course, I will be compelled to share in photos!!
Oh, and for those of you who missed what type of dog he is...he's an Irish Water Spaniel.
Yay! Friday is the day I trek across the states to retrieve the newest and furriest (though my husband would say I am a contender at times) member of our family. We are debating between Murphy and Guinness for his name. I told Andy that I will know when I meet him. But if I don't, then we can all decide when the rest of my motley crew sees him on Sunday.
I'm making my way to MN. Tell me that's not crazy. To travel all that way for a dog. The thing is...he is not just any dog. He is the dog upon which I set my heart, and therefore, was willing to do a little bit of crazy in order to have him. Something with which my husband is all too familiar.
Photographs will most certainly be in order. I'll be sure to share some as soon as I can!
Now...I'm off to meet Murphy, or Guinness...no Murphy, or...you get the idea.
