Getting a new puppy

Since my dear dog "Viki" died last Sept.25, I never did feel myself totally alright.
Even I did have several splendid trips, partly in very good company, but I somehow hated to come back to my empty home, not having this tiny Bison Frise with its smiling face, barking different sounds, jumping with wildly wagging tail. All people, who ever owned a dog know what I mean.
Now, day after tomorrow I'll fly to Oulu with Anna, who is more than just a pretty girl friend of my son Kristian. From this Northern Finnish city we will pick up a three months old puppy (a Bison Frise- boy too) and fly back to Helsinki with it, actually with him. I really am very excited!