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Today, we decided to swing by Petsmart so Mia could see all the dogs they had up for adoption and then go across the street to split a cupcake. All in all, that is a pretty good Sunday. However, it was almost a more remarkable Sunday than normal. For the first time, I alllmost got sucked in by a cute yellow lab/golden retriever puppy. Meggan loves labradors and goldens and has always wanted us to have one. I, however, love them....but want everyone else to have them. Of course I can picture myself throwing a sweet puppy in the back of my jeep, heading to the beach, and letting it chase balls into the surf for hours. Luckily, before I fill out the adoption papers I remember that I don't have a jeep, don't live near the beach, and barely have time to play with the dog I have. Oh, and speaking of the dog I have, let's not forget that she makes it her life's goal to attempt to fight every other dog she comes in contact with - regardless of size. So, once factoring these things in with the limited desire to share my bed with yet ANOTHER dog, I can normally pass on the puppy adoptions. But, for some reason, today I was feeling weak. I legitimately considered adopting this puppy for the better part of an hour. Part of me still wishes I had adopted it. Of course, I'm pretty sure that part of me forgot what it's like to have a puppy in the house chewing anything it sees and pooping anywhere it wants. Besides, Sophie is still depressed about getting her hair shaved. This might have sent her on a downward spiral of no return.