A Very Molly Christmas

We flew on Christmas Eve to be with D's family down in Arizona.  We knew we'd have a blast, but never expected to come home (well, almost) with the best Christmas gift ever!  We're adopting a dog!  Molly.  She's about 4-years-old and related to the beloved Buster, and grew up with D's cousin and his family.  She's well mannered, and sweet, and a hanfull of other great things too; we cannot wait until she gets here.  Yeah, gets here.  She's still down in Arizona and won't be in Washington until the end of February.  We thought it'd be kinda a lame way to start a relationship by putting her under the belly of a plane and bringing her home to a completely new environment, not to mention an unprepared family.  So here we are, and I in classic fashion am obsessing over books and videos about Labradors Retrievers, and training, etc. until D drives her home to us.  D and I talked round and round about it during our trip, and are completely convinced that she'll be a great fit for our family.