I am still wondering why in the world we think this is a good idea. But we do. We pick up George next Friday. He's a labradoodle and will be eight weeks old. I am excited and totally nervous. It's been a long time since we did the puppy thing. The girls are put out a bit because they both want to name him Payton. I said no. George. Henry turns eight in April and I really think he needs a companion. He has not loved me going back to work. He sighs and ignores us as we get ready in the morning and literally turns his back on the window as we back out of the driveway. A puppy will cheer him up! Or at least I hope so? Grammy is going to watch George a couple days a week when I have long days at work and I am hoping to work at home a little more in the next month just to keep my eye on him. Prepare for the onslaught of puppy pictures.