|I took this one this morning with my cell phone.|
|In the car, on the way home.|
Just in case you're curious where the name came from, the Rooney family owns the Pittsburgh Steelers. I thought it was cute and it brings in something Tom loves. And most importantly, Harlie can say it. That was really important. There were a few names I liked (before I came up with Rooney at the last minute) but Harlie couldn't say them. And I think every time Harlie says it, she says it more clearly. She can say all the sounds, except for the "n" sound. So maybe she will soon be able to say it now that she has more motivation.
When we first got there, we checked out all the Pugs.
|Rooney's mom is the one on the right.|
|I think that's his mom on the right. She's so tiny!|
|Harlie wasn't scared at all.|
Oh, he was EVERYTHING I wanted!!! I asked the breeder if we could take him out on the grass, but she said he shouldn't go outside until he's 12 weeks old, and had all his shots! Wow. That's going to change how/when I house train him, huh?
Here's all of us as we were leaving with our sweet pup, Rooney. Notice Harlie's shirt. I bought that for her back in the fall when I was campaigning to get Rooney.
And Tom thought she would be scared...
|Ahhh, just what I pictured in my mind!|
|He loves Murphy.|
|This Mama is a happy Mama.|
|So much playing!|
Harlie went to close the door, and she gently picked up his tail, put it in the crate for him, then shut it. It was so cute!
Harlie was dying to put him in his crate. For the last several days (since we got the crate) she has sat in front of it, getting it "ready."
And just to prove how incredibly comfy he is in his new home...
For his first night home, he did great! We went upstairs to bed at 10:30 and took him and his crate with us. He didn't make a peep and slept soundly till 5am! Of course, Harlie's pulse ox alarm went off twice (I don't know how he slept through that beeping!) so I had to get up to see what was going on there. She was fine, just had to reposition her. Sometimes the way she's positioned affects her sats and lowers them. Sometimes the pulse ox cord is kinked. Anyway, all's good.
All in all, I think his first day home was a good one. He has an appointment with the vet across the street tomorrow morning. I called a few vet offices last week trying to figure out where I wanted to take him. And I asked the vet across the street how they felt about Pugs. The person told me that a veterinarian there owns SIX Pugs! Wow! I'm assuming he knows the breed pretty well. So, we found our vet! And it's across the street! Bonus!
Anyway, I just have to share Tom's Facebook status from Saturday morning as we were getting ready to go get our pup:
"Today's the day. Our little four legged friend comes home. God help me."
And then after his bath, he uploaded the bath photo from above and said, "Alright. He is cool."
That didn't take long.
So, I just have to get all mushy for a sec to say that my husband is an awesome guy. Really. Not just for all he does for me and his family on a day to day basis, but for agreeing to something he really, really did not want - just for me and my happiness.
Granted, I don't think it hurt to take my campaign public. But regardless, he conceded and had fun announcing it in front of all our family and friends at my birthday party. So, I think he's pretty awesome.
And after just a few minutes at home, I caught this:
|Tom is smitten, too!|
I will try to work on our vacation post and pics soon. It's been a really good few weeks lately. It's hard to believe it's all true! We really went to the beach and we really got a Pug!!! Crazy!