As you know, my brother's dog had puppies. And Nixon manipulated us into thinking we had each agreed to allow her to have a puppy. By the time we figured out her master plan, we had both come to terms with having "one more" dog. And her heart was set on a spotted dog we named Lilly. Well, then six of the ten puppies ran away. Oh the tears we cried over our missing Lilly dog. (We later figured out were picked up and taken to the shelter for new homes.) So, that left us with only four dogs to choose from. Bryan and I both wanted a little black puppy and were confident we were going to get exactly what we wanted. We loaded up for a day trip to Athens to meet them all again, and wouldn't you know . . . Nixon falls in love with the ONE, spotted, non-black puppy. And by in love, I mean head over heals, smitten in love. So . . . we came home with a new spotted puppy. Isn't she cute?! She has grown on us and w...
