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Our New Little Addition to the Family

J and I would like to announce that we are going to be welcoming a new little baby into our home.

What?! ...NO!! I am NOT pregnant... You CRAZY??? :o)

This is whom I am referring to.



Isn't she ADORABLE!!!! *SQUEEEEL* After wanting one for MANY, MANY years, I am finally getting my PUG! I saw her on a friend's FB page and J said I could have her if I wanted her. S.P.O.I.L.E.D. Yep, I sure am. ;)

We are going to pick her up a week from Saturday and I couldn't be more excited!!! I'm trying to decide on a name. Actually, I'm driving poor J insane with the name discussion - you would think we were picking out names for one of our own children. Here are some of my favorites:

*Gemma (we are big Sons of Anarchy fans, this is also J's favorite)
*Darla (Little Rascals)
*Bella (Although WAY over done)
*Buttercup (Princess Bride)
*Peaches (Inside Joke from VDay weekend)
*Sushi (We LOVE our SUSHI)
*Lulu (nickname from HS)
*Ping Pong (LOL - j/k although this WAS a suggestion on one of the websites)
*Gucci
*Guinevere (and call her Gwenie)

Nothing is really super 100% jumping out at me though. I do like Gemma and it does have meaning to both of us but I'm not completely sold on it either.

"I know! Isn't she adorable?? Her name is Gemma."

See? Doesn't quite give that wow-you're-the-coolest-person-ever-for-picking-that-clever-awesome-dog-name reaction. (I'm so self-involved you know, its all in how it makes ME look, not if it fits the dog's personality??! Gaw.)

Opinions, anyone?

Comments

Max's Mommy said…
I'm not sure how you pronounce the first name?

I like Darla.

(I think pugs have weird bug eyes... don't hate me)
Goldie said…
Gemma is pronounced like:

Jim - uh

:)

Don't be hatin' the bug eyes...LOL

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