Then, a couple weeks ago, I lost my mind and brought these two home.
Your eyes have not deceived you. Those are puppies. Two puppies.
When my so-called friend brought the one to my attention on the dreaded Facebook, I didn't give the usual "yeah right" response I normally give her. He looked too much like my former awesome dog, Foster, as a puppy.
I decided to sleep on it. When I woke up, my first thought was, "I am NOT getting a puppy." Then, within about the same 60 seconds of this thought, I continued with, "If you get that puppy, you can't leave the other one behind." And the next thing I know, I adopted two littermates.
If you've heard me say anything about how I have implemented a "zero replacement" pet policy around here, you're correct. Many have said "I can't believe you got a puppy, let alone two." No one is more surprised than me. I'm still surprised. Every day. Every night (often a couple times in the middle of the night). Yet there they are, two adorable puppies that are a lot of work but full of affection.
While they are frequently confined to the kitchen, they've made it their full time job to find ways around my very lame and ineffective fencing abilities. At this time, they are too small to be restrained by the baby gate, just walking through the grates as if I was toying with them.
But what I've realized is changing your mind can be a good thing, even when you had a perfectly good (and reasonably sane) policy in place. Sometimes you have to make some allowances for grace. God does it all the time. And for that, and two cute (and stinky) puppies, I am thankful.