yes I know that I'm crazy thanks for asking

In our family things tend to be feast or famine. A jam packed weekend followed by a weekend of "boredom" and so on and so forth. Even the more major events in our lives seem to happen in multiples; for example we bought our first house, got our first dog, got married and I graduated College all within 3 months of each other. And that's just one example.

So, it's time for me to confess that during the past month, while I was planning and packing and last minute researching frantically for the big Disney trip, I was also dog shopping. Yes you read that right. Dog shopping. If there is anyone out there monitoring my internet usage they have got to be thoroughly amused because I have these ultra intense, ultra random obsessions that last for a week or two at a time. And then they are all but gone. Anyways, back to the story.

Audrey has been asking for a Chihuahua for quite some time. My first response was - NO. My second response was - "put it on your list" to which she responded "No, mom, a real Chihuahua, not like that cat you got me last year." Ouch. She's not even 5 and she'd be happier with a gift card. :) Also, let's back up and look at how Audrey asked: "can we get a Chihuahua when Eli dies?" "Audrey, that makes me sad, I love Eli, and what about Jody, don't you think she would like another big dog to play with?" "Well, I'll name it Eli if that's what you want." mmmm, point well taken I see. :) Again, back to the story.

Eli

Jody

Now that the seed had been planted in my head it started to grow and grow and grow. Within a week I was telling Travis that we were so used to having big dogs that if we got a little tiny dog it would be the same as getting a hamster. Then I was saying things like wouldn't that be the coolest birthday present a 5 year old could ever get. Then I started to picture my little girl(s) with a tiny dog that they could dress up and put in a stroller and cart around and that the timing would be just about perfect that said dog would be with us through high school and it was all over. And the internet searches began.

For 2 weeks straight I went around the world wide web and back 1000 times over. Did she really mean Chihuahua or did she just mean small dog? How small? Shelter or rescue or breeder? Puppy or not? What color? Local or not? Shipping or pick up? How much? What color? Seriously I thought at least 5 different dogs were "the one"...and they weren't all Chihuahua's either. And then I came across an ad on a site that I could not even get back to if you asked me how. Chihuahua, 3.5 pounds, 1 year old, spayed, potty trained, socialized. She was in St. Louis and she was still available. Her name was Honey, which was an OK enough name and definitely better than Hannah Montana or whatever name a 5 year old could come up with that she would for sure regret later on in high school. The only problem was we were leaving for Disney World in 2 weeks. Actually the main problem was that I had no business looking in the first place but let's not even go there.

From out of no where a lady at work piped up that she was going to be in St Louis the next weekend and her niece was a vet and they were going to go and check her out...which turned into buying her and bringing her home. Then another gal volunteered to foster Honey until Audrey's birthday, which turned into Christmas, which turned into my birthday, which turned into tonight we are taking Audrey to the Chihuahua movie and then we are going over and picking her up. And I am so freakin' excited...I mean for Audrey of course.

Honey