lost and found

 it's been a hectic few days.

the kind where in the middle of finishing a down to the wire work deadline and hunting down the dead animal smell in your son's room (which turned out to be old pee in the art room trash can....ack! boys!), a sweet little lost puppy gets dropped off at your house in loo of the pound.

 

the timing is terrible...and our "under constant construction" house is no place for a dog...but those lost puppy eyes have a way of persuading. 

and max is beside himself over his new friend.

 there's something magnetic between a boy and a dog. 

and these two have been rolling and running and nuzzling and fast friending.

max knows we're trying to find her her old home or a new one, but he decided to name her bailey/pup pup/kira/margret while she's vacationing.

for how long we're still not sure...

but having her has mixed things up in the best way around here...and we almost had forgotten about the pee incident upstairs.

almost.