Cuteness overload

EDIT: I'm going to warn you in advance that this post is formatted like poo, but I really don't feel like fixing it, so... deal.


I GOT A FREAKIN PUPPY!!!!!

Look! Look at the puppy!

This Saturday my parents went out to take my older sister to the bank... and came home with a puppy.

We've been looking for a dog for ages, so it wasn't a TOTAL surprise, but I did NOT expect my parents to bring one home that day. THIS IS SORT OF THE MOST AMAZING THING THAT EVER HAPPENED, EVER.

She's a collie/labrador mix and almost eight weeks old. We got her from a "foster parent" at an Animal Rescue center, where she was with a bunch of other animals, so she's used to cats (as you can see in the picture).

My mom, as I've said, is Scottish, and she wanted to name the dog after something Scottish... She left my sisters and I to think of something--which was, of course, a bad idea. The dog went about two hours with the name "Skittles MacKilt" and another hour or so as "Bagpipe Dog". Finally my mom gave up on our creative ability and offered the name "Ceilidh", which is a Scottish dance. It's also Gaelic in origin, which means nobody can spell it--it's pronounced "Kaylee".

I know what you're thinking, though--how could I get a puppy and not post about it RIGHT AWAY? Believe me, I would have, but after we got Ceilidh I called all the MADers up to tell them, but I couldn't get hold of Sarah (curse you, marching band). I wasn't able to tell her until during Calculus this morning, and I didn't want to post on the blog until she knew... I wanted to tell everybody in person.

I mean, come on. PUPPY!