We did a thing.
Back in the spring, Olive’s vet basically told us that she was 110% healthy and since she was so perfect, we were clearly the best dog parents in the world and that we should probably get a puppy. What they didn’t say was that we would later find out that she has cancer a week before we picked up said puppy, but then again, they never actually told us to get a puppy so that was our fault and we all got through it anyway and Olive has since had surgery to remove the tumor and is doing great. Cancer… what cancer? #insertpunchemojihere.
We are now the very proud and tired parents to Charlie (Charlie Pickle, if you ask me, but he mostly just goes by Charlie) and Olive has been annoyed for the last 4 weeks straight. He’s a goldendoodle pup & when he’s not destroying the world around him, he’s basically the cutest teddy bear I’ve ever seen. We’ve been convinced he might actually be part t-rex, so puppy classes start in a few days and hopefully they can prove us wrong.