Today, dear reader, I have three words for you: gorgeous, dog and ours.
We have just saved this delightful bundle of grey fur and indeterminate breed from death row (aka the Wellington City Pound).
In three weeks he will turn our duo into a trio, after we're all moved in and the nasty nails, paint and sharp objects have been put away.
This afternoon Vicki, the animal control officer, brought him over to see if he'd like us (and to check that the property was escape proof). And I cannot even begin to tell you how much we fell under his spell.
Today I rediscovered just how sweet doggie kisses are. November 18 CANNOT come quickly enough.
Name to be decided...