Last night we picked up the newest addition to our little family. I’ve always wanted a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and when Jeremy mentioned us getting one last year about this time, the seed was planted. I refused his first request for one, but did some research, put a few feelers out there for breeders, and started thinking I might be ready to accept the challenge of house training another puppy!
Since we’re living in Florida, in a house of tile no less, I figured this might be a good opportunity. I’m kidding… but only slightly. It’s seriously easier to clean accidents off of tile than carpet!
We decided not to tell the kids about the puppy and let it be a total surprise. The only regret I have in this is not telling them he was already named Bentley when we brought him home. In the excitement of the moment, dog names being tossed around, my beloved “Bentley” gave way to Peyton and I soon realized that apparently all our dogs have to be named after quarterbacks.
But it’s all good. When you’re this stinkin’ cute, what difference does it make???
