I need a puppy NOW.

When we were in North Carolina, we didn't just look at wedding dresses. We also went to visit the puppy that my parents are going to get next month. This is the puppy that you all suggested names for a couple months ago. My mom wound up deciding on another name, but she still appreciated all of your suggestions.


Anyway, the puppies were born four weeks ago and there were five males in the litter. My parents were third on the list for a male, so they can't choose their puppy until the two people ahead of them have chosen theirs. So we don't know which of the five adorable puppies we saw is going to be theirs. But given the incredible, painful cuteness of all five of them, it hardly matters.


Torsten and I are both dying for a dog, and believe me, seeing these puppies did not help us out at all. By the time we left the breeders' house, I was ready to pack up and move out of our apartment that day. Or even not pack and just leave all our crap behind. Just as long as we could move somewhere that allowed dogs.


It's been two days since we saw them and I still haven't recovered. I need to take them all home with me, now. Seriously, every last one of them. All five. And maybe their three sisters too. I don't care if they pee all over the house and bark all night and roll in their own poo. The cuteness is clearly a defense mechanism so you don't kill them after they've destroyed your home. But as a survival technique, it's extremely effective.


While we were there, I was torn between holding puppies and taking pictures of puppies. I wound up doing more of the latter, but only after some serious puppy cuddling sessions. You can see the full set of photos here.