Georgia On Our Minds

So things have a way of happening rather suddenly in my life. Then not happening. Then happening again. Remember that old Donovan Leitch chestnut, the one that goes first, there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is?
Well, first, there was a puppy, then there was no puppy, now...there is!
There's an animal pipeline running through Eva's work. A couple of years back, it belched out Dory, one of the loveliest cats it's ever been my pleasure to know. Unfortunately, our B.B.-kitten thought otherwise, giving us an unmistakeable ultimatum: it's either me, she said, or...me. Get that thing out of my house. So we did.
Two years later, and not long after we were told, in no uncertain terms, that our Tux was meant to be an only puppy, the pipeline has squirted out Tux's baby sister, Georgia.
She's part English Bulldog, part Boxer, part Rottweiler, and all ugly. But I mean that in the nicest possible way: she's adorably cute-ugly. Like a tiny orang-udog.

And here she is:


We went to see her last night. She's got a ways to grow yet; she's only three weeks old right now. We'll be getting her home here on Christmas Eve.
She's the runt of a litter of six, and I had forgotten just how small puppies can be. Georgia fit comfortably in a pair of cupped palms, and she took to me (or my coat, at least) pretty much instantly, falling asleep in seconds.

Things with Tux will work out...I know they will. For one thing, Georgia will be crate-trained. Tux has the run of the house at night and while we're gone during the day. He won't be tripping on her.
There won't be any dominance issues, because Georgia's the runt of her litter.
And most importantly, I think Georgia's going to be my little girl. Tux loves his daddy, but he lives for his Mommy. So long as Eva doesn't take to ignoring her wee man--and she won't--everybody will get along swimmingly.