What is that thing?

So Friday we were supposed to be leaving for the Cash of Hope Auction.  By 5:15 my wonderful husband was still not home.  I am getting impatient.  Not only would he not tell me what "errand" he needed to run that was keeping him, but the babysitter was here which meant we were on the clock.  That clock is expensive so hanging around is not in the budget.

Finally at 5:20 up pulls the van.  Robb gets out, hands behind his back, weird cockeyed smile breaking across his face.  As he approaches the house he pulls out his hands and reveals....a rat...{ahem} puppy.  A tiny, 1.8 lb chihuahua puppy (you can understand the rat mistake, they are hard to differentiate.)

My kids and I were dumbfounded.  If you could only have lived the history of the no dog policy at our house for the last 7+ yrs.  We've tried dogs, it hasn't fared well, so for the last number of years the drill sergeant (I call him this lovingly ~ he teaches boot camp fitness classes so it fits) has had a firm "no" stance to animals of any kind.  No one could believe this turn of events.

But alas it is true.  We are the proud new owners of a puppy.  A very tiny, very cute puppy named Yoda.  He is turning out to be very manageable too so we are all happy about our newest addition.

My poor, tortured children keep asking if we are really keeping him.  This after being robbed of the first family pet 5 or so years ago.  (That story will have to be shared later but the short version:  I bought the kids a Shitzu puppy that only lasted about 2 months and then I got rid of it.  All I can say is it had more "Shit" in it than "zu".)   But Yoda is here to stay.  We are all on board this time around.  

Rule #1 in pet owning...everyone has to play along.               

Rule #2...everyone has to want the thing.   

I think Yoda's odds are good.

Way to go Dad!