I probably shouldn't joke about things like that, actually.

Lessee..... the last time we talked, I was whining about not being able to get pain medication. My regular doctor is on maternity leave, the face doctor was not working that day, and I was this >|< close to taking myself to the ER. Fortunately, the face doctor on call took pity on me and called in 30 little pills of heaven. Well, not quite- it was only vicoden, but it was better than a kick in the pants.

Since that time, the image in the mirror is starting to look like someone I know (me!); the bruising is fading; and the pain has become tolerable. I only need meds when I first wake up and then again around five or six PM. I saw the face doctor today and she said that things are healing up nicely, and then (I hope you're sitting down for this) she asked, "Do you need more pain medication?" I told her that her partner had prescribed vicoden and I wasn't out yet. Here's where you really need to be sitting down. She said, "well, how about I write you a prescription now, instead of waiting until you're out. Would you prefer vicoden or percoset?" And she wrote it for 40 of them.

Yeah! I know, right?

But that's not the story behind the title of this post. You're not going to believe what I'm about to write.

The Hubs has been adamant from the time it looked like our relationship was serious until now that there would be no furkids in this family. Nada. Zilch.

That still didn't keep me from poking at him every second of the day once in a while about wanting a dog.

I don't recall what exactly I was doing at the time that preceded the following email exchange, but here's how it went:

The Hubs: It looks like I'll be going to a conference in LA leaving 1/26 and returning late 1/29. The bigwig conference is on again in March. Leaving Sunday March 1 and returning late Wednesday March 4.

Me: OK. I want a Puggle. (It’s a cross between a pug dad and a beagle mom)

The Hubs: I'm willing to consider this.

Yes, we're really that concise when we email each other.

Holy smokes, you guys.... if I hadn't made it a new year's resolution to not faint in 09, I would have fainted right then and there. This was just like when he proposed to me. He was adamant from the beginning that he was never going to get married again, so when he proposed I was POSITIVE that he was teasing me. I didn't believe that proposal was a real one for at least two days. Since I'm sitting here looking at my wedding ring, I think we can rest assured that he doesn't tease about 'big ticket' items.

Getting a dog would be considered a big ticket item in this household.

The first thing I did was to tell Sister about it (and that's exactly what I did after The Hubs proposed). Sister is always the first to hear my big ticket news. The next thing on my list was to see if there were any Puggle breeders around here. Lucky me, there's one only 14 miles from my home. According to her site, she had 3 boys and 3 girls and they're ready to go to their new home on January 11th. Kismet? Why yes, I do believe it is.

Then I waited until The Hubs got home, ready for him to tell me that he was only considering it but it wouldn't be anytime soon. I was totally prepared for that, but guess what? He wanted to see more pictures of Puggles and read about their disposition. Now, if that wasn't enough to bowl me over- he suggested that we get TWO.

I talked him down from that one. I told him that we could always get another dog later, but training two new puppies at the same time sounds like disaster to me.

We have an appointment with the breeder tomorrow at 10 a.m. She said that she'd be willing to let one go a day early because they've really progressed well. We're not sure if we want a boy or a girl, so we're just going to play that one by ear.

I've been watching potty training and crate training videos all evening. There couldn't be a more perfect time for us to get a puppy since I'm not going into the office these days (nothing to do and a goofy looking face= stay out of the office).

I sure hope I can get to sleep tonight. I'm pretty darned excited, and believe it or not- so is The Hubs.

That man sure does like to surprise me, but really, who could resist a puppy that looks like these little fellas? I probably wasn't playing fair when I showed him the ultimate of cuteness.