Love at First Look--Betty Picks Us

     Thanks to Chuck's parents, we were able to stay in the loop on the expected litter. By strange coincidence, the day I finally sent a completely over-the-top message befitting an actual human adoption to the breeder was the day that the puppies were born. We literally celebrated like we'd received news from our surrogate. Ridiculous.

We were able to see a few pictures of the litter, before meeting them--

     After four long weeks, we hit the road for an hour and a half trip to the farm where we would meet our baby, who we'd decided to name Betty. Bo insisted on a female (his reasoning, "A leg-humper is bad enough.. a 125lb leg-humper is a nightmare" made enough sense), and we both agreed repeatedly throughout the drive that we would pick a traditional Swissie black puppy, so we'd have a mini Chuck.
    When the puppies were brought in, they were a busy bunch of wiggles and wagging tails. It was hard to track them, and we both tried to scope out a black female...

then I looked down, and noticed this little brown face staring right at me

She had made her pick

 All bets were off-- we melted!

     We accidentally stayed in the poor woman's house for two and half hours, passing the little love bug back and forth, taking photos, like the paparazzi, and telling her how excited we were to bring her home. I cried when we left, hating the thought of four more weeks, until she would be ours (and because I cry at everything, including commercials).
     We showed pics to friends, family, co-workers, and clients. So in love already, we could hardly stand ourselves (others likely shared the sentiment!).