Her name is Éowyn.

Éowyn is Jeff's dog, so he got to name her.  He named her after a princess in The Lord of The Rings.  He named her almost without hesitation--he knew right away.

If Steve had his way he would have two dogs and name them Goodness and Mercy because of an inspiring Sunday school class on Psalm 23, where the leader had talked about Goodness and Mercy following us like two sheep dogs.

We hid her in a box addressed to Jeff.  HE HAD NO CLUE--it was a fantastic surprise.  I could not calm my heart that day, I was too excited.

Jeff kept coming up to me and saying "I feel like I am in a dream, am I dreaming?"

She is almost eight weeks old

She is part Australian Shepherd, part Border Collie

We got her through an Australian Shepherd rescue program.  They were incredibly professional, and well run.

They did a home study, which cracks us up.  This is our fourth homestudy (two for Fresh Air Fund and one for the adoption).  Our home is apparently a very studied home.

She and her mother and 8 siblings were rescued from a "high kill" shelter in WV and brought to a foster home in NJ.  There are notes and photos all along the way and all of the people involved want to keep in touch to know how she is doing.  The lady in the foster home was a vet; also in her home was a blind and deaf dog and a dog with three legs.

Grandma brought over her Benny to meet Éowyn.  They look like they are ignoring each other here, but really a good time was had by all.

Éowyn also met the rabbit, who is bigger than her--for now.  It was the first time she barked, and the bark lifted her off the ground.  The rabbit continued to eat his hay.

She has only barked one other time, when her new chew toy squeaked, and she yelped and ran over to Steve for protection.

Several times I have found Éowyn sitting on the living room floor completely surrounded by tiny plastic tea cups and plates with little doggy kibble in each cup and Coco sitting close by happy as a lark.

Steve whispers to me "Chloe needs a sister."

She drinks too fast and gets the hiccups.

When I am doing laundry, she runs away with some of the socks.

Some of the socks are longer than her and they are dragging behind her on the floor.

She waits with me for Jeff to get off the bus. She sleeps on his sneakers, coat or whatever she can find that smells like him.  I am praying praying praying they will have a "Lassie" bond.

Jeff said today "I know I have my list of chores to do each day but I do not think I am doing enough can I have some more?"

Now, who would not want to give this boy a puppy?!

We chose her out of the litter of nine because she has Jeffs personality, she is the sweetest, calmest thing.