I feel like I've told this story a hundred times since last Thursday—sorry to those of you who heard it more than once ... or twice ... or three times—but I'm going to tell it again.
Last Thursday (my birthday), a coworker was late because she was "rescuing puppies" from her yard. While leaving to head to work that morning, she'd noticed a mama dog and her two puppies out in the cold. Alex (my coworker) took them into a vet and then came into work. She sent around photos of the little family, and I immediately was interested in keeping them from a trip to the humane society.
I sent Colt the pictures and he agreed to visit them at lunch. When we did, we fell for the mama, and decided by the end of the day to adopt her on a trial basis—depending on how Mollie got along with her, we'd decide to keep her officially by the end of the weekend. (The two puppies got adopted, too.)
It didn't take more than a couple days for us to make the decision to add her to our family. Long story over, I'd like you to meet Frigga:
She's named after Thor and Loki's mom. (We wanted to keep the pop culture mom theme going.) She weighs a whopping seven pounds, and the vet technician estimated her to be between 1- and 3-years old, so we're going with 2.
Mollie's not entirely on board with the idea of a little sister, and there have been a few growls from the both of them, but I'm hoping they'll eventually learn to be at least semi-friends.
This happened on Saturday, so my hope might not be entirely unfounded.