Saturday, June 19, 2010

Here is me being completely honest with you:  If you don't enjoy puppies, feel free to skip this post and I'll never bring it up. This is 100% puppy-gasm material.  

You may also want to see a professional about your obviously black, charred heart.

So, yesterday, Brian and I drove down to Portland to visit Daijo.  God love this amazing breeder who is perfectly welcoming and lets us come and hang out with our little bundle of joy for hours on end.  

The puppies were tiny and precious and beautiful and completely overwhelming.  Oh my.  There were so many of them, tripping all over each other with their perfect puppy bellies and their perfect puppy breath.  Ahhh...  

This is my own personal heaven.  Yes, I actually got in the pen with all these little goofs so they could crawl and squirm and be perfect all over me.

I promised Brian I would post this picture he took of me.  #1. Because it could be the best picture that's been taken of me in years and #2. Because you can see how dang happy being surrounded by puppies makes me.

Anyhow, onto the fun stuff, the real reason we went there.  Daijo.  Here's the thing, though, I don't really have a lot to say about it. He's perfect.  I was kind of worried about how his temperament would shape out - we picked him out before his personality had really started to manifest, so we were both anxious to see how he was developing, but I couldn't ask for anything more. 

This is what we could tell by spending some time with him:  He is completely laid back.  He was perfectly content to sleep in our laps the whole time while his brothers and sisters ran around jumping and playing.  When we put him in with the others, he was also perfectly content to jump and play.  

Oh, and he's cute.

Really, Really Cute.