When we came out to get him and go home, he was standing in the pen barking.  As cute as he was, I was afraid we’d made a mistake and that all the things I was afraid of (a dog that barked too much, dug holes in the backyard, peed in the house, bit me, wouldn’t listen, was always hyper and ate our shoes, etc.) were going to come true.  

We look happy in the picture they took of the three of us before we left.  In reality, my hands were shaking and I was scared that the puppy might get carsick on the way back to Fort Collins.  I sat in the back seat with him on a towel in my lap.  He was already 19 pounds at 12 weeks, so too big for the laundry basket we’d brought. He slept all the way, but every time he moved, I was sure that he was going to start vomiting and that I wouldn’t know what to do and I’d get home, covered in dog puke, and not know what to do with this baby for which I was now responsible.