Jaci, or "the princess" to you

Six weeks from now, our lives will change forever. We'll work out a feeding schedule. We will lose sleep. We will have less spending money. We will be responsible for the well-being of another living thing.

That's right. We're getting a dog.

Because I am me, I started researching puppies a long time ago. Like, two years ago. Before we even got married. I decided on a breed, and spent hours on my laptop researching breeders. Finally, in March, I went to visit a breeder in southwest Oklahoma, and fell in love. It was an immediate and irreversible love. The kind of love that would result in drawing hearts with our entwined initials in my Trapper Keeper.

Yes, I am now one of those women with a small dog that she considers the equivalent of actual human offspring. I promise to never carry her around in one of those bags or take her to the mall with me, but are you seeing this face? Seriously? I couldn't think she was any cuter if I'd created her with my own genetic material. Luckily, I am not alone:

She is going to render him utterly powerless with her cuteness, no? I cannot WAIT for the softie he will become when she is around all the time. It makes me want to have a daughter just so we can gang up on him and bat our eyes until he hands over his wallet FROM THE SHEER FORCE OF OUR CHARMS.

Unfortunately, as I mentioned, we have to wait 6 weeks until we move to bring her home. She is living with the breeder until then and being immensely spoiled, which will be good practice for when she moves in with us. There isn't a treat in the world that face couldn't get me to hand over.