Dallas+Tony=BFF

Oh, irrational decisions. I've been both glad for and regretful of the decision we made on August 26 to bring another canine into the family. San Antonio, amiably called Tony, is a precious dog. He is quiet and cuddly, a willing learner, and even mostly house trained (mostly is, I think, the best you can do bringing a dog home from a shelter). He and Dallas were immediate bosom pals. It is not unusual for us to see them, in between wrestling matches, lovingly licking each other's faces or cuddling up together on the couch. They're really quite precious.

But ANOTHER dog? What was I thinking?? Maybe I subconsciously knew I needed a swift lesson in letting go of the clean, organized home I previously required? Perhaps somewhere down deep I wanted a lesson on how adding another personality to the mix is precious with moments of feeling completely overwhelmed?

Oh, irrational decisions. You got me this time. You got me good. Thank you.