Dutch

We had a pretty "bad dog" when I was a kid (of the Rotten Ralph variety). Most of my dog memories involved screaming and chasing.

I was, naturally, a bit reluctant to jump on the dog bandwagon when my husband suggested it  
(6 months before our first child was to be born). But who can resist a puppy (or a husband who LOVES dogs).

We brought Dutch home in a cardboard box from an Amish farm near Lancaster, PA. She was covered in fleas... and I loved her.

It was hard to think about leaving her behind, but we knew it was the right decision. Especially when my sister and her husband offered to Dutch-sit at their home in dog-paradise...