Miss Ista is sitting on my lap, wrapped in her binky. She was a little carsick on the drive home, but she's otherwise doing well, and so are the rest of us about her (though we're not the healthiest lot in the world right now: timprov is having one of his bad days, and I seem to have caught markgritter's cold -- but in terms of having the puppy, we're dandy).
markgritter took some pictures, but I'm not going to get them up yet tonight. Still, take my word for it: I have a puppy. Right here. Right now.