Christmas came early

Pumpkin and The Hubs have been asking for another French Bulldog since we lost Nigel. 

I have been wanting a Newfoundland since 1997. 

Everyone knew I was planning on getting a puppy since Harold is getting old, ancient in large breeds (roughly 8 or 9, since we got him from the pound we can't be sure), and his hips are giving out. 

But they just kept asking and asking. I mean, ALL the TIME. Between the two of them, it was bad. 

I kept trying to convince Pumpkin that she really wanted was another Harold puppy, but alas, that didn't happen. 

So randomly, the day after we looked at some dogs at Petsm*rt, not to get, just to look.  The Hubs and Pumpkin were ruthless. 

So while The Hubs was at work I called some breeders. 

They texted me a few pictures of the puppies. 

 And I fell hard. 

 So did she. 

I REALLY REALLY fell in love with a brindle.  

But his personality was just like Nigel's, and I knew better. 

 I put down a deposit down on Clark and came back a few days later. 

 This is Clark's momma.  

(see the brindle with the white blaze biting the other puppy.  That's the one I loved)

 Holly loves him... Harold... I think he's just getting grumpy and old. haha

 Even still, she won't put him down.  She loves him so much. 

 This is where Nigel slept. 

 And we surprised the hubs. 

 He got off of work, 

 opened his gift 

 And was so shocked and so happy.