I came home the other night in a pretty melancholy state. I found my husband Nate in the kitchen and he gave me a great big old hug. You know the kind… the one where you can just sink in to. Nate’s amazing. He knows me inside out. He knows how terrible I’ve been feeling lately and he just let me bury myself in that hug. Once we broke apart, he looked at me and said, “I think I know what’s going to make you feel better… puppies!” Puppies? Plural? Wait, I knew about his dad’s new 9-week old puppy, but when did we go from singular to plural? Before I could get a question out, we were in my car, racing the mile to my dad-in-law’s house where we found the two cutest little things rolling around, jumping around and scrambling to get in my arms. They were so excited they tinkled – on my hand – and I DIDN’T CARE. Yep, that’s how happy they made me. These two little puppies made my night… and really so did my husband. He knew exactly what I needed.

I guess I should tell you how the puppy duplication happened. My dad-in-law has a friend who bought puppy #2 but wasn’t sure if she’d keep it. We’ve been on pins and needles since hoping she doesn’t! This morning we found out that dad-in-law gets to keep both! Hurray for happy endings!