Pummeled by—puppies? (#SFWApro)

I may have mentioned that we’ve been hitting the Durham shelter to find a dog to adopt. We’ve gone several times, without finding quite the right puppy. Today we struck paydirt. Twice, actually: we couldn’t decide which dog we liked best, so we’re taking too.
Dudley is a lhasa apso/Unknown crossbreed, about four years old. Fairly quiet, affectionate, very soft to stroke (that I must admit was a big selling point.
Trixie is a 1-1.5 year old cairn terrier/chihuahua, very bouncy in the ping-ping-ping mode, kind of scraggly looking but on her it works.
I was a little nervous that taking two dogs home (technically we don’t take them home for several days yet) might be more than I really wanted to take on (as the one who works from home, I will be primary parent), but even though it’s been a couple of hours and the dogs aren’t here to influence me with their cuteness, I don’t feel a smidgen of regret. So I think we made the right call.
Of course, I figure that with the challenges of walking them outside (we don’t trust our fence), feeding, petting etc., I may not get much time for fiction for a while (the paying gigs and the time-travel book come first, as usual). But that’s okay, this is a good reason not to get stuff done. Like I said, no regrets.