I met her in a club down in old Soho

So much has happened it the past 24 hours that I don't even know where to start. Far too much for a weekend post anyway. We got an email from the Pug Rescue of Minnesota last night saying that two Pugs were up for adoption, so I called and made an appointment to meet with the owners this morning. It sounded like they wanted to keep the dogs together, so J and I had a long talk about whether we could adopt two dogs at once.

This morning, we drove out to their house, played with the dogs and asked a bunch of questions. Both Pugs were really energetic and friendly. They are three-year-old sisters who had grown up together, but the owners had decided it might be okay to split them up and gave us the option to take either one or both dogs on the spot. It seemed a little too easy. J asked, "do you trust us to take the dogs?"

"Yep, you seem nice enough," they said.

We told them we wanted one for sure and would talk about whether we wanted both. After an hour or two of deliberating and touring a house inbetween, we called back and said we would just take the smaller dog, Lola. She has fewer health problems than her sister Gigi, plus a better name. So we went back and took her, along with some food, a crate, and her medical history. After a stop at Petsmart for a food and water bowl and a couple of other essentials, we brought her home. Now we have a dog. It feels very strange.

That is, however, not the strangest thing that I have to tell. After all this time, I ended up being placed on Minnesota's waitlist. Wait for it: that's not even the big law school news. I also got waitlisted by Lewis & Clark, which is quite an accomplishment, given that I never applied there. We're still trying to figure out what to do about that one.