Productivity Has Gone to the Dogs

I have lot of things I’d like to accomplish this week.  I need to finish the third and final installment of posts in my “Vicksburg is the Key” trilogy.  I need to work on the presentation my Dad and I are giving next Wednesday at the Stearns History Museum in St. Cloud on my great-grandfather, G. Oliver Riggs.  I need to choose a topic for my next Minnesota Parent column.

Instead of doing any of those things this afternoon, however, I'm sitting on the couch, distracted by the cuteness of our new puppy.

Our as-yet unnamed puppy makes himself at home.

As my blog followers may remember, our longtime family dog Sparky died in July.  We were heartbroken, and although we knew we wanted to get a new dog at some point, Steve and I told the kids we’d need to wait at least until we returned from our October vacation.

I have been checking the listings on local shelters since we got back last week, and when I saw the photo and description of this little guy Tuesday night on the S.A.F.E. Sanctuary site, I arranged for us to meet him yesterday afternoon.  We had only been there a few minutes when he climbed into Louisa's lap and refused to budge.

We think he’s part poodle, part daschund, and 9 months to a year old.  We haven’t named him yet because we’re waiting for input from all five family members (Seb is on an environmental learning field trip until Friday afternoon).

Maybe we'll go with something music-related?