A Merry Christmas

So we have decided to get the girls a puppy for Christmas. She is a golden retriever and we are pumped. The girls don't know it yet. They think we are just visiting this lady's house to see what puppies are like from birth until they grow. Olivia is majorly bummed about not getting one and Avery goes with the flow. They are such good girls so they don't complain, usually. Olivia finally said, "Mom, it is just getting too hard to go visit these puppies because I want one so much." I responded with a "Well honey, then we don't have to go anymore, but you know we can't do that to Scout (our lab). She agrees and goes in, fully enjoys the puppies and away we go. It is mean of me, isn't it? I feel so badly that she thinks I am putting her through this. She wants to go get it a collar so that it will remember her in its "new home." Uuggh. I feel horrible! Anyway, they will be very surprised on Christmas when we have her here under the tree. I always thought that would be cool, like on the commercials, when I was a kid. It is so much fun to make that happen. Oh, and for the record, the reason we keep visiting is because I am a freak about getting the right dog. Ultimately, I want to make it a therapy dog to visit nursing homes etc and so I have to make sure disposition is right. Here are some pics of our baby....