Remember that one post? The one where I said I was going to wait until I got a house until I would try to con Kristofor into letting us getting a dog?
I totally lied.
Meet Kelso! We call him "our son," because he really is our first baby. We've had him for 4 weeks now (sheesh, I haven't posted in forever! It's because I feel like I have to post the rest of our cruise, including editing and choosing and linking the pictures and whatnot, and that's just not any fun!) Anyway, he's taken over our lives - and our hearts (ahaha, had to insert that cheesiness).
He's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, the breed Kristofor and I researched and decided on. I flip flopped around for a while, wanting about every breed in the spectrum - Cocker & Brittany Spaniels, Boxer, Bernese Mountain Dog (too spendy!), Boston Terrier, Pug, Sheltie, Poodle . . . pretty much everything except toy and large breeds. I'm so happy we chose the breed we did!
He runs my life right now, and I love it. Selfishly, I love being needed. I don't mind the demands as much as I thought I would - the waking up in the middle of the night type of stuff. Maybe I won't make a terrible mother when I have children after all.
My favorite is when Kristofor says to him "Hi, cutie!" and "Can I get a kiss? Give me a kiss!" And makes smoochy noises until Kelso licks his face (or bites his beard). Seriously? It's the cutest thing ever. Unless you think puppies licking your face is gross, but I guess we don't? He doesn't eat his own poop, and can't reach his bum to lick it, so... Wait is that TMI? Probably.
Anyway, we are smitten. Even though he's a stinker and ripped my pants today. And tries to sneak into the garden to eat the strawberries (which I accidentally taught him.. woops), and won't stop biting my fingers when we play.
How could you not love that face?
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