Finally, it was happening. The stars were aligning. Zeus had answered our prayers… or just my parents.
We were getting a dog.
Shortly after the grand announcement, the Mosher family piled into a car and began a long drive into the country, where the breeder lived.
She had converted one area of her ranch-style home into a tiled pee-and-poop-proof doggy den. Just beyond a barred gate, about a dozen snow-white West Highland terrier puppies wriggled about their mother. We didn’t know his name yet, but one tiny blob of cuteness pawed at the bars of the metal cage, stared at us and (perhaps I’m embellishing here) whimpered.
He was the one.
