We didn't have a lot of requirements for a dog, but we did not want an aggressive one. We don't feel we are equipped to help rehabilitate an aggressive dog and we didn't want to risk it being around our neices and the Wiebers. So the foster worker asked if we wanted a puppy. She had Pomeranian mixes that had just come in the night before. 6 were gone, but there were 2 boys left. I instantly loved Rolly's attitude. His brother was running around like crazy while he sat there lazily. We played with him for a minute and we decided to get him. It was pretty shocking since we had mulled over Taz for so long, but Rolly was so sweet.
So here we are puppy training. Not so much fun, but Rolly is a good boy (so far). I hope he stays that way. We are following the Dog Whisperer's method and it seems to be going pretty well. Rolly can come and sit already.