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Okay. Remember this little mini German-Shepherd Taiwan muttnik?

I met her last Sunday! She is absolutely the cutest, sweetest little dog in the history of little doggies and I am MADLY IN LOVE. She has these dainty little feet and looks so unbelievably CUTE when she's sitting or lying down, and she can curl up into the smallest little ball because she's all legs. OMG. LOVE HER!

We have done all our final applications. They sent back a message saying things are really busy, they'll have to coordinate delivery, but omg, that means YES and we will soon have a little doglette in our family!

Today we went shopping for toys (and all the practical things, but mostly toys). I'm getting a hand-me-down crate from a coworker whose Chow outgrew it (this coworker also wants to throw me a "puppy shower." She looooooves her Chihuahuas and her Chow. LOVES.). We have about ten million big pillows in our house (from the days of No Couch, Just Make Do) so we're not buying a doggie bed so much as giving her access to the family pillow fortune.

And we got a little ID tag engraved! She is to be named Tessie. (She's a year old, but only got a name at all 2 weeks ago when she landed in America, so she's still pretty open-minded on the whole name thing.)

Tessie seems like a good doggie name (and it doesn't hurt that it makes me HAPPY BEYOND REASON every time I hear it thanks to the Dropkick Murphys and the 2004 Boston Red Sox). Can you all think of any reason not to name her Tessie? Speak now! (Sister fell asleep on the drive home from PetSmart and mumbled "We should've named her Skwerl, because in Taiwan, dogs are like squirrels..." LOL.)

I'm so happy I'm getting a dog. I'm even happier because it's this dog, because she appears to be made of snuggly awesomeness.

It's my own fault. I post a doggie on livejournal with MAD SQUEEE and then I get an email that she has been spoken for. :( Alas!

(Although, um, with the They Make Them Cuter In Taiwan dog, technically the adopters have to think about it for one more night, so there is still a chance, but it would be really mean of me to ask you all to hope the adopters find a box of adorable puppies on their front porch or something tomorrow, right? And then decide they want the lovely white puppy to go with Little Red instead? If you love me, you'll seriously wish that.)

Therefore, due to the LIVEJOURNAL CURSE, I will not link a picture to the mini-mini-miniature Shepherd who was also brung over here from Taiwan in luggage (this one was found drowning in a river as a tiny puppy and then left in a box for months, like, note to all: don't be reincarnated as a dog in Taiwan). Doesn't that make you want to feed her lots of kibble and wrap her in a blankie and kiss her on the nose a lot and show her DVDs of Star Trek? Welcome to America, puppykins!

I have spent two years proving that I am grown up and saying "I want a DOOOGGGGGG!!"... and, um, I might get one now. :)

I wanted to wait until I had a house and a yard and get a really big dog, but after dog-sitting for Hollyboo (a friend's pug) for two weeks, I'm kind of in love with this 20-30 lb doggie range, and I fell ridiculously in love with pugs (they are SO CUTE even though they are SO UGLEEEE). Because I can have a smaller doggie in an apartment, and I may live in an apartment again someday... I mean, my life is probably going to change a lot in ways I can't even predict in the next 15 years, and especially in the next five, so a smaller/medium dog seems like it'll make a better lifelong companion. :) (I'll get the Shepherd/Dane mix once I've settled down, haha...)

And DOG LOVE! And I'm pretty much always in serious need of dog love. I mean, you people tell me "I love you!" but I'm crazy in the head, so I don't always believe you. (But doggies? Love you no matter HOW crazy in the head you are.)

So, um, I have filled out an application for this doggie from a rescue in the middle of Central Washington, but omfg, is she not SO REALLY CUTE?? (And she's a pug... but mixed with a lab, so it's totally like a real dog!)

She's poifect! Doggie wishes: at least a year old, short hair, full of love & cuddles, likes the car so will go adventuring with me, not a hunting/terrier dog so it doesn't eat the rats. :)

So, yah, I may still come to my senses, or the rescue may find someone else before I can get out to freaking Yakima, WA, but I'm kind of excited. Portland is such a dog-friendly city, and I am a dog person. And I live in Portland. Therefore, Sachi = needs dog.

Kaya? You can show Mom the pictures but don't say I applied because, um, she'll sort of panic that I'm ruining my life. I'm going to break it to them gently if I get a doggie. Like, maybe in five years.