Our first visit with the puppies.

We went to visit the girls, today.  Their brothers were there, of course.  One big pile of four-week-old Vizsla puppies.  But we were pretty focused on meeting the girls.  And figuring out which one would be coming with us three weeks from now. We thought we'd meet, introduce ourselves, and, somehow, choose. We met. We introduced ourselves. We held. We played. We fondled.  We became smitten.  They napped. But we didn't choose.  Yet. But here they are in the pink collars: the girls.