so who gets to be sophia?

so today at work there was some ASPCA like people on the street adopting out chocolate labs. by far the cutest dogs i've seen in a loooong time. i text messaged the jew & the ruskie to inform them of my find. the jew did not respond because she was at home sick. the ruskie responded "bring one home". alas, i did not:

the jew: "why didn't you bring one home?"
me: "i felt like we needed to discuss this before the decision was made."
the jew: "do we want a puppy?"
me: "i dunno...are we at the point where we're ready to expand our family?" (said in that 'are we seriously having this super lesbionic coupley conversation?' tone)

so then the ruskie walked in the door and immediately was bombarded with pictures of prospective future members of our house hold:

the ruskie: "have you realized that all our conversations today have revolved around puppies?"
me: "what can i say...i'm ovulating."
the jew: "T...M...I..."
me: "i'm kidding."
the ruskie: "are you seriously getting another dog?"
me: "no...i can't have a second dog...it's hard enough trying to find a place to live in with one dog, let alone two. but [the jews] birthday is coming up...."
the jew: "we could each have one."
me: "yeah, we'd have to split them up if...no, when...we finally move apart..."
the ruskie: "are you guys ever going to move apart?"
me: "we can't live together forever...eventually someone has got to be stupid enough to want to marry one of us...and, it's not like we're the golden girls!"
the jew: "oh! but when we get to be like 80 can we all live together?!" (said totally seriously, btw)
me: "yeah, you can be the slutty one (to the ruskie)."
the ruskie: "WHATEV."
me: "no! you could be bea arthur!"
the jew: "yeah!"
the ruskie: "I AM NOT BEA ARTHUR!"
me (looking at the time): "UGH! I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO BLOG THIS BEFORE WORK!!"

in the end we think this little gal may be our winner. i showed her to the jew and she got really quiet, smiled, and gave this look that made me finally understand the phrase 'melting right in front of me':

"omg...i think that may be my puppy."

i think i may agree. hell, with a response/look like that, how can i not?