I'm not sure how it happened, but my kids talked me into this:
Her name is Lola. She's a beagle-Aussie mix.
Now, before you get all judgmental on me, I already admit to a certain amount of anxiety about this decision. But, HRH has always wanted a dog, and we've promised her one for years.
She promised that she would clean up the poo (which she has already done several times), take Lola for a walk (repeatedly done), feed her, water her, take her to do her business at all hours...
And now HRH is working on this:
Sit, Lola. Good Girl!
I think this is going to be OK. Oh, and about the cutie from Friday?
We decided that we really didn't want to do the whole puppy thing.
We decided that 5-month old Lola, with her little bit of training,
was a better way to go.