Back story.

I have always loved dogs.  

I used to beg and beg my parents for one when I was little.  Complete with research and pretty convincing arguments if I may say so.

Yet, the answer was always the same. No.  

As a tease, I believe, I continued to get little stuffed animal dogs instead.  Gee, thanks.

So now here I am.

Living on my own.  Teaching.  Loving life.  

BUT I couldn't get puppies off my mind.  I would find myself on humane society's websites and reading countless training articles.

Then one day I was browsing again and stopped.  My eyes fixated on this little guy. He was adorable.  Every other puppy I saw before this I thought "oh they are cute" but with him I thought "he is mine"

I just knew.  

Plus this is the humane society in Boone where I used to volunteer in college and love them.

I contacted them immediately. Since I am no longer in Boone I couldn't hold him.  

I gave it up to God.  Knowing I was going for a visit the next week.  "If it's meant to be he will still be there." 

So Tuesday morning I went to the Humane Society and sure enough my little man was there waiting for me to bring him home.  

Here we are.  Finn and I.  Meeting eachbother for the first time. 

My two favorite boys.  Precious right? 

So he came home with us. 

This is my first time doing this and I could use any advice or tips that you are willing to share.

Follow along to find out what Finn and I are up to.  :)