As I've mentioned before, my family sort of has a weak spot for acquiring dogs, and for procreating offspring and populating the earth.
It's just what we do.
We're dog people.
We're baby lovers.
We can't help ourselves.
But seriously now, looking at this handsome specimen, could you? Could you help yourself? Could you help yourself to not want to take him and pet him and love him and make him yours forever?
Luckily he's not for the taking. This is my brother's dog, and I can't even tell you his name because every time I see him I get lost in his clear blue eyes...
Oh, somebody save me.
This particular state of infatuation and disarmament is why I find it increasingly peculiar that, to the best of my knowledge, no one in my family is a) gettin' hitched, b) gestating a baby, or c) acquiring any new pets. In fact, I don't think anyone has done any of those things for... oh... say a good three weeks now.
Something is amiss.
This is especially perplexing given the fact that a good portion of us were at my brother's house a couple weeks ago for our family Christmas party (the one who owns the aforementioned canine casanova) and there were some of these there...
Oh yes, just running around willy nilly, enticing several of the attendance to fall hopelessly in love with them.
The good news is that I had reenforcements with me... Promptly after laying eyes on these alluring creatures, Mr. Blue Eyes announced, "We're not taking one home. You can take pictures of them and bring those home."
Okay, okay, okay. Obedient wife that I am, I shall comply. No more puppies.
After all, I do get lost in his clear blue eyes too.
We're already married, so I guess the only option left is... More offspring. It seems we've ruled out everything else.
But not today.