I was looking through my phone's (embarrassingly bloated and disorganized) camera roll last night and came across the photos from Beau's adoption listing. Here he is pre- and post-haircut:
I didn't want to post anything until he was 100% for sure "ours," but in the meantime I sent these photos to practically everyone I knew. The reactions ranged from "OMG SQUEEEEEE" to "NO DON'T DO IT" to "wait which one, are you getting two dogs?" to my personal favorite, "That dog is ridiculous. WHAT'S YOUR TONGUE DOING, DOG?"
"BEING AMAZING, THAT'S WHAT," was my reply, before the conversation veered into potential neckerchief purchases and GIFs of RuPaul freaking out.
Looking at these photos now, I'm not 100% sure what made him stand out to us, or why both Jason and I immediately felt so strongly that THIS ONE, THIS IS THE ONE. Sure, he's a cute little thing but we were wading through a virtual sea of cute little things. But once we saw Beau our search pretty much kept circling back to him.
(Beau's listing on Jason's phone during our date night dinner. He started filling out the application the next day, I told him no, too soon, too soon! Then submitted it myself less than 24 hours later.)
Obviously, there were other details included that we liked (good with kids and other dogs/cats, three years old, healthy, housebroken, very playful but cuddly and well behaved, etc.), but there was definitely something about him that we were extra drawn to. When I looked at his photos I could feel his personality radiating through. I knew exactly who this dog was and what he'd be like as ours. And it was just love at first sight, cliched and corny as all hell.
The best part is that, FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE MAYBE, I was totally right.
(Was also totally right when I told Jason his attempts at enforcing a "no dogs on the bed" rule would ultimately fail.)
(To be fair I really wasn't much help. But still. HE'S SO SNUGGLY.)