I will most certainly not bore you with all the details. And boy are there details. And tails.
In a nutshell, despite every vow my husband and I have ever made to not do so, the kids & I came home on Friday with a ratdog. More specifically, a puppy that weighs no more than 2 pounds (at 11 wks), could fit entirely in the mouth of our other (real) dog, and is about a third the size of our cat. We're talking purse-dog.
Her name is Daisy, and she is absolutely adorable in the "a face only a mother could love" way. But she's so stinking lovable that it makes you look past the bugged out eyes and Chia pet hair. I have decided today that she looks a lot like Scrat from Ice Age.
Daisy has been a perfect fit to our family. The kids adore her. Ikey loves having someone to
Our dog Roxy though? She's not too sure what Daisy even is. Surely this little furry sausage can't be a dog too.