How did I end up with these puppies?

     My husband lost his job after working for way too many years in a career that just didn't fit him anymore.  Having worked for almost 30 years, he jumped into the first new job that came along.  It was a night stocking position (for the man that falls asleep at 9:00p.m. and wakes up at 5:30).  He tried it for a couple of weeks and while he was having trouble with the sleeping schedule, I figured he would  fight on  get used to it and stay there for a few months.
      I was home alone at night and asked when we could discuss "a new dog" (we lost our dear Dusty about 3 years ago and I still miss him dearly).  He said, "Let's see how the job works out for a little while."
     Well, he should have described "a little while" because here's what happened.  I went on the animal shelter's web site to see if they had any small breed younger dogs.  They had a litter of yorkie-jack russell terriers that were 10 weeks old.  "How did they end up in a shelter?"  Our former best friend had been a yorkie and he was so great, "Let's just go look!".
     The next day we went to the shelter to see them.  Looked everywhere, even in the cat palace...no puppies.  We asked the lady at the desk who said, "How did you hear about them?  They are not available yet."  Apparently, they were not supposed to have been on the web site, they were only posted for about 15 minutes before being removed, and I just happened to be looking at that exact time.  What are the odds?  It was meant to be.  Right?
     Two days later we were called by the lady who approves applications.  She loved our application and gave us information to contact the foster mom and go visit with them.
     Two days later we were playing with four crazy puppies.
     The next day we informed the shelter we were interested.  She said they would not be available for two-three more weeks because they were too little to get spayed.  "Great, two weeks to get ready."  NOPE!
     The next day we were called and told we could come pick them up at the shelter.  The vet said it may take a while for them to get big enough so they were letting them go without the spaying.  "What, wait, now I have to get a crate, food, etc.  I have never had two dogs.
     Did a little bit of internet research on two crates or one crate etc.  All I could find is information saying DO NOT ADOPT LITTERMATES!  I'm either in denial, stubborn, or dumb but I did not back out.  I still felt the way this all happened was meant to be.  If you think about something too long, you can always talk yourself out of it and miss out on something grand.
     So, we went to the pet store and picked up what we needed to start with.  Then we went and picked up our two new family members.  Now our true adventure begins.