It started when my sister kept Sam and Ruthie for a week while Maggie was in the hospital.
A few weeks later she called me with a statement that went something like, "You know your kids really love my dog, and she doesn't get played with here anymore, and I was wondering if you would like to have her because we are going to give her away."
I knew already that they loved the dog because they talked about her a lot and wanted to see the dog on Skype. Maggie even loved the "go go" (Chinese for dog) and asked to see her when we chatted with Aunt Johnette.
I mentioned it to the kids and they were ecstatic. We had previously talked about getting a Golden Retriever so the deal was if we got Abby, then there would be no other dogs. I thought Sam would back out but he was completely fine with it.
At that point, I figured I was ahead. Abby is smaller than a Golden, can be bathed in a sink, is free, is NOT a puppy, doesn't eat a lot, and is housebroken. So while it might have appeared that I was crazy by taking on something else, I actually won. :) Oh and her poop is smaller! That is a big deal when you live on a lot the size of a postage stamp.
Let me tell you, it has gone even better than I expected. She doesn't jump on you, rarely barks, obeys my commands, and is great with the kids. She even won Trent and Jack over in just a week. That is a skill.
So meet Abigail Adams Henderson. Our newest princess.