By now I'm pretty sure that anyone who knows me at all has realized that I have a major character flaw. Well, really more like a weak spot, since it doesn't involve any sort of moral failure. Or maybe a particular area of poor judgement. Whatever, I have it, and it involves an almost complete inability to say no to a puppy. If someone offers me a puppy, the odds are very high that I will say "Sure!" and cart the critter home, just like that. Fortunately for my poor husband, no-one has ever offered me a puppy out of the blue, so the dog population in our home has remained (mostly) under control. The problem is that in the absence of people offering me puppies, I will go looking for puppies, and amazingly enough there are many to be found.
This is what happened last weekend. I went looking for puppies online, I found a puppy, hubby graciously allowed me to go look at the puppy, and the puppy came home with me. You will notice that nowhere do I say I "needed" a puppy, or that a puppy was necessary in any way. In fact, we already have some very nice dogs. However, the puppy acquisition drive had been engaged, and there was nothing to do but go with it. Really, nothing.
Meet Frodo. He is a two-month-old Jack Russell terrier/chihuahua mix, and he is (at least technically) "my" puppy. Honesty compels me to admit, however, that the rest of the family is quite taken with the little guy. They're not quite at my level of puppy love, but it's close. He is very sweet-natured and is doing amazingly well for us. His favorite things are a rawhide chew and a warm lap, and if he can have both at the same time he is one happy pup.
Obviously I am a happy woman, as well. This little stinker has made me laugh more in the last week than I have in ages, and of course everyone knows the amazing power of puppy snuggles! In a miserable, depressing Michigan winter, Frodo is better medicine than a barrel of Prozac, and a lot more fun as well. It's been quite a while since we've had a little dog, and it's hysterical to watch him try to play with our big dogs - he looks like a wind-up toy compared to them. His head is about the size of Zeus's paw.
So, I may have a "character flaw", but I think it's pretty benign as such things go. And really, sitting here with a warm puppy in my lap - who cares? :-)