Death By Cuteness

Oh my gosh! Is it possible to keel over from too much cute? Adam and I are very proud grandparents to four teeny tiny puppies. For those of you wondering how we could have let this kind of thing happen to our little O'Malley, well, I'll tell you. We are the kind of parents who were underprepared for a very agile black shepherd who got himself a little somethin'-somethin' late December. 6 foot fence my hide!

Seriously. This is a whole new level of cute. So cute there should be some new word for it. As my clever sister would say, it "transcends" cute. It's meta-cute. Sigh...I get it that we are totally setting ourselves up for major tears when they are sold or given away. But I think it is going to be worth it. God put puppies on this earth, there is no mistaking that. Just this week I have been anxious in the extreme. I tried deep breathing, exercising, wine (tried this one a couple of times, just to be sure it didn't work), getting a manicure, and getting a massage, AND hiring a cleaning lady. Nothing. Ok, my nails looked nice...and the shiraz wasn't half bad. I came home one day and just sat in O'Malley's tent and just enjoyed their softness and squirminess and cute little baby noises. Ahhh. Not Death By Cuteness, but Calm By Cuteness. Thank you Lord for puppies!


There are no words!


Pardon my hair...it was bedtime.