Puppy Love...

She was sooo cute this morning I just had to snap this picture!  I always said I would never have a dog.  Once I had one, I said she would never be allowed on our bed.  Well, I guess I made a liar out of myself.  I am so in love with my sweet puppy it is not even funny.   Side note, she is not allowed in our bed very often, and she must be invited.  She gets in trouble, just at tiny bit of trouble, if she comes up with out being told to.  Just look at her...head on the pillow and all. 

I don't think I've ever shared our story about how we got our dog.  Its pretty perfect, so I will share...

My husband grew up with a White German Shepherd named, Baby.  He has always wanted to have a dog of ours.  I, the clean freak that I am, was perfectly content with no dogs.  No shedding to worry about, no dog bones on my carpet, no dog breath, or giving them baths.  I was happy the way our life was, dog-less.

Well, after we found out our first child was a boy, my mother-in-law believed he needed a puppy to grow up with.  So she took it upon herself to see that he would have a puppy to grow up with.  Just a few short weeks after we found out Nolan was a he there was an ad in the local paper for White German Shepherd puppies.  She went and paid for one.  Telling nothing about his to my husband or I.  (Damn MIL's!!!)  She was going to make sure Clint was going to get his Dog and she figured if it was for Nolan, I would not be mad.  Haha!!!

Unfortunately, you know how Nolan's arrival turned out.  When my MIL was leaving the hospital she told Clint that she had bought something for Nolan that she just can't return.  The day we came home from the hospital was literally the day she had scheduled to pick up the puppy.  We had only been home for an hour when I heard somebody come in the front door.  I walked out, Clint was in the shower, and there was my mother-in-law, bawling, holding a tiny white puppy. 

She gave me a hug and told me that she had wanted Nolan to grow up with a puppy and that now we would have a puppy to take care of and to help heal our broken hearts.  STOP.....total emotional volcano... Obviously, still distraught over our first baby being born an angel just a few hours before, by sobbing MIL, the cutest white puppy I had ever seen....WAIT, a puppy?  I didn't want a damn dog.  She bought me a dog?   OMG she has some nerve.  I am so mad at her.  Seriously?  Who buys somebody else a dog?  What am I going to do?!?!?

It took some major adjusting...lets just say the dog was lucky she was so freaking cute!  I was very upset with my MIL.  In fact, I still to this day talk about how much I love our dog in front of her, haha!  But our sweet dog was major medicine for us.  She forced us to go on nightly walks, she forced us to take care of her and ourselves.  It is something ( I don't really like to call her a something) so it is a somebody for us to love that loves us in return.  She makes us laugh and is part of our family.

Because she was a present for Nolan, it feels like we have something of his.  She is Nolan's puppy.  When we were trying to decide on a name I wanted something that started with an N, just like Nolan.  My Sis, helped us come up with her name.  Nevaeh, yep that is Heaven backwards.  Pretty perfect, huh?  We say it, Nay-Va.

 Nevaeh, is seriously one of the best things that has ever happened to me.  Just don't tell my Mother-in-Law. 


Love,
Kari