We have been keeping a secret…a secret puppy for the past week. My mom lost her beloved dog this summer, and has been wading through the sads a bit since Grammy, and when Pete and I found a cocker spaniel puppy ready for adoption outside of Dallas last week, we decided to cheer her up with a puppy surprise!
I have always wanted to pull off a surprise like this, but normally am too excitable to wait for the right moment.
We flew up yesterday, and just…watch this. It was perfect. My mom and my step dad were so surprised and excited and I have watched that video about 100 times it fills me with so much joy.
Her name is First Lady Dolly Madison, we call her Dolly. She is adorable and we love her.
Puppies and babies!!!!
This has all got me thinking about surprises. People tend to feel pretty strongly about them. You either love them, or hate them. I love surprises, but only true surprises- not the kind where you are taunted for weeks with “I have a surprise for you”. Shudder. I hate the anticipation of knowing something is coming, just not exactly what that is. It’s not a surprise if you know it is coming, it’s like an inside joke or something completely unpleasant. But if someone really blows my mind? There is nothing. better.
So how do you feel about surprises? Love them? Hate them? Best one you ever pulled off? Best one anyone ever pulled on you?