It just so happened that Debbie had left two boys with my sister to hang out with and maybe pick one to show. After that terrible Sunday night when we lost Zelda, I woke up after a very short night's rest to these little boys who needed someone to follow them around and put them out to pee and so forth. It gave me something to DO, if that makes sense. Every few minutes, I had to move, breathe, think about something. It helped.
So I was sort of in the right mode to realize that the little brindle boy was turning me into his mama duck. We (John and I) were not ready to commit to owning another puppy so fast, but we were able to "foster" this guy. So we brought him home with us and his name is Simon.
Debbie is letting us take our time, but we all know that he is here to stay. We just have to let ourselves breathe and get into the routine and then officially let her know. Have I mentioned how much I love Debbie?
He's shyer than I've experienced before – not dreadfully shy, but I wouldn't mind tips or pointers for helping a shy boy blossom. He's 14 weeks, if that makes a difference. He is a good little guy, just... shy.