We Got a Dog (This Was Not the Plan)

So we have a dog now. This was not the plan. The plan was to LOOK at dogs. Maybe consider a small, hypoallergenic something that would fit nicely in our already chaotic life. Instead, we walked out of the Wake County SPCA with a golden retriever puppy who Theo immediately named “Biscuit” because he’s “the color of Bojangles biscuits.” I cannot argue with this logic.

We Got a Dog (This Was Not the Plan)

I blame Marcus entirely. I also blame Sophie’s tears when she said “he chose us, Mom.” I also blame Theo, who sat down on the floor and let this tiny fluffball climb into his lap like they’d known each other forever. Mostly I blame myself for thinking any Hartwell could walk into a room full of puppies and walk out empty-handed.

Chaos level: puppy

Biscuit is currently asleep on Theo’s dinosaur blanket, having already chewed one of Marcus’s shoes and knocked over his water bowl twice. Sophie is already planning his Instagram account (absolutely not). Theo is explaining to him about velociraptors. Marcus is researching puppy training videos on YouTube. I am pretending to be annoyed while secretly taking forty-seven photos of this perfect little chaos agent.

Nobody in this family listens to me. Thank goodness for that.