a happy accident

According to the vet's estimate, Indy is 5 months old tomorrow. Five Sundays ago, we went into Petsmart looking for a pet gate and came out with a puppy. We'd been hoping and planning for a puppy for a while, but didn't figure we'd go looking for one until close to the end of April. I'm so glad we never had the chance.


We knew that a dog would be a lot of work. What we didn't know, what these five weeks have taught us, is that with a good dog, it doesn't really feel like work at all. We didn't know how full our hearts could be, how much we would laugh, or--to be honest--how much his farts would stink.


I'm sure there will be bad times, hard times, times when he frustrates us so much that we want to scream. I'm sure there will be days when we'll look at him and wonder what were we thinking. I hope that on those days, we'll remember that there wasn't much thinking at all, just a feeling that this one was the one for us, and that we were the ones for him.


Happy five months, Indy. Many, many happy returns.