Our Facebook friends were privy to the news last night, but now it’s time to introduce our new puppy to the internets.
This is Major. We’ve been keeping him a secret for six weeks. SIX WEEKS. It’s been so difficult for me to keep this from the boys, but we did anyway just in case it fell through. We found a blue tick breeder in early December and made arrangements to get a male from the pending litter. Seven little hounds were born on December 9 and we got first choice. (I left that task to Chuck because I couldn’t choose just one. In my tender-hearted rationale, choosing one meant rejecting six. No way could I do that!)
So the puppies were born and we waited. All through Christmas, all through New Years, all day yesterday. It was terrifically hard to be patient. The breeder and Chuck arranged to meet last night, so we decided to tell the boys prior to picking up Major. We were so ready to spill the beans. To prepare the surprise, we kept telling the boys that we were having a family meeting after dinner. We were intensely serious.
(Sidebar: Did you notice Jackson’s new Iron Man Arc Reactor attached to his sweater? Thank you, Susan! He wore it all day.)
The photos we’d received from the breeder were proportionately misleading. We thought we were getting a breadbox-sized puppy, but Major is much smaller than that. At six-weeks old, he’s less than ten pounds.
As for Jeremy, he’s wholeheartedly attached.