We were agreed that we didn't want a puppy. We were agreed that we wanted a small dog, one no bigger than Nikki, and David really wanted a lap dog, which would have meant something smaller than Nikki's 30 pounds. So yesterday we went to the Cherryland Humane Society and left with 4-month-old Sarah, whose paws indicate (our vet will tell us better when he meets her) that she may reach 50 pounds. But she is (besides being cute) very smart, friendly, affectionate, unafraid--and, well, irresistible.
Sarah? That was her name at the shelter. It may stick (as did Nikki's), but so far I'm calling her Sarah So-Far (like Maggie-Now in Betty Smith's Brooklyn novel). My suggestions of Missy (one grandmother's dog), Pepper (the other grandmother's dog), and even Eliza Bennett (Lizzie, for short) were rejected by David, and it was David who came up with the name Barkis (from DAVID COPPERFIELD) for our long-ago dog, so I'm not arguing with him.
So far Sarah is practically the perfect puppy. She slept peacefully all night long in her crate in our bedroom and hasn't had any accidents in the house. She's taken to the bookstore like a duck to water. When I called various customers to tell them their special orders had arrived, I told them also about Sarah, and everyone is eager to come in and meet her. She loves meeting new people.
Two friends arriving now--gotta go....