
Today Becca said, “Let’s go get Macy (our uh-mazing dog) a friend.”
It was the first thing I heard after waking up. Becca likes to say crazy things first thing in the morning. One time she said, “Let’s go get married today.” Both times I agreed.
So we went to New Braunfels and (of course) fell in love with a Maltese-Poo. It’s half Maltese and half Poodle, all adorable. As many times as I said during the drive that we’ll just look, we all know how that turns out, and now we will be picking her up Tuesday.
Somehow we’ve already named her Milly. That gives us Macy and Milly. Best dog in the world and a cutest dog in the world. Could be fun… She’s eight weeks old, weighs about one pound, and will grow to a whopping four pounds.
I don’t know where Becca came up with the name but I said, “Yeah, we can tell people she’s named Mily after the puppy mill we got her from."
(Note: We did not get her from a puppy mill. We got our other dog Macy from a puppy mill.)
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