Happiness

Last week I got an e-mail about an ad for a dog that I had posted on Craigslist earlier. I asked for a picture and when I saw her, I wasn't sure so we wanted her. When we had first decided that our family needed a dog (it all started with a trip to the Puppy Store at the Mall) I had wanted a small, blonde and brown dog. A purebred. A dog that would sit on my lap and that I could cuddle and coddle. The dog we went to see on Saturday was not that kind of dog. It was black and white, a mix of a cocker spaniel (which I adore) and border collie. She was not a puppy- she was almost 4 years old. We had to take all the kids with us to see her and at the sight of so many of us, she peed her pants. Literally. Not a good sign for me. She was running all around- super excited to see new people. Again, not what I was expecting. At all. I kept my distance and let the kids pet her and Josh get to know her. We'll have to look again, I thought. And then 15 minutes passed and I saw how happy Jo...