So, our friend just got back from St. Croix (don't even get me started). You know how people bring home, like, frames made from shells and tacky beach hats and, I don't know, contraband cigars and stuff when they go away for an island vacation? Bill brought home puppies. His family found a litter of six, and the shelter on the island only had room for four. Today, they were in my house. With me. And my kid. For six hours.
Puppies. Puppies looking for a home.
I'm such a sucker for a mutt. Look at those little faces! They're tiny little things, only ten weeks old, but so sweet and already well on their way to being house-trained.
Sarah was completely smitten. Me? What?
Do me a favor, people. Adopt these dogs before I do something stupid.