My Perfect Plan

I finally found a breeder in my general area that has yellow lab puppies available on May 30th, which is conveniently the weekend after I begin studying for the bar.  I'm thinking that's a good time because (1) I will be so miserable that I will need a fun, puppy-filled break and (2) I deserve it, damn it.

I can't think of anything else I want so much as a puppy.  This puppy.

Look how cute she is, with her little six week old mouth too small to hold a little tennis ball.  She's so perfect.  Unfortunately, this one is taken--but she came from the breeder I'm looking at (sorry, I want her to be purebred, it's important to me)--but the parents are different. 

Here's another from the same litter...  look how little her nose is!  When I see these pictures, I am overwhelmed with a desire to pick them up and hug them and never, ever put them down.  It makes my heart hurt I want one so badly.

This one's a boy (obviously) and I'm in the market for a little girl, I think, but look how freaking cute!  He's like, "I'm gonna be soooo bad!  Just wait til I get hold of your shoessssssss!"

Now, here's the pictures of the puppies I COULD actually adopt.  This is the most recent litter.  They're like 3 weeks old now and will be available in another 5 or so.  Pretty soon, the breeder will start separating them--each one gets a little collar with a number so you can see them grow and tell which one is which.  I like that.  Look at the little nose and teeny tiny little ears!! 

I don't know why, but I love the little puppy butts.  Little bitty fat tails.  Ahhh, my heart hurts.

Look how FAT the one on the bottom is!  What a little porker.  The other ones are like "mmm, this humongous pillow is so comfy!"  Is it bad that I think the fatter the puppy, the cuter? 

I am so in love.  Okay, so maybe I should have talked sense before I started posting pictures that make making legitimate, unbiased decisions virtually impossible.  

Anyway, the breeder is from a place that is about 3 hours away from me.  You want to know what ELSE is three hours away from me?  My best friend, Erin.  Now, technically, these things aren't in exactly the same place--the breeder is about 45 minutes away from where Erin lives.  But I was planning on taking a weekend before the bar started to visit with Erin and it is possible to go visit the breeder and pick a puppy when I go.

I also need to visit Erin because my friend, Adam, who graduated law school last year, passed the bar on his first try and is now practicing as a public defender, conveniently in the same city as Erin, has promised to give me some bar prep materials.  So, not only is this useful for (1) my social life, (2) because there's a J. Crew factory store there and I need a dress for my friend's bridal shower, (3) I need bar prep materials, (4) I need to celebrate my graduation, and (5) I could pick out a puppy.

Does it sound like a good plan?  Because I think it might just be.  

I need a little puppy that is too small to fit a tennis ball in her mouth.

After all, employed people can afford puppies.  And I will be an employed person very, very soon.  Employed people deserve puppies.  And employed people who graduate law school in like three weeks deserve puppies even more.