Oliver and the puppy

Once a week I try to take Oliver out for a few hours. On Weds. we went to the mall. We headed straight for the puppy store. It was such a deluge outside that the store was empty. The lady let us pick a puppy and take it into a booth to play with for awhile. We chose the cutest puppy in the store, a chiweenie! A cross between a chihuaua and a long hair dachsund. This is the cutest puppy I have ever seen. She was tiny and sweet with soft black curly fur. We stayed in that booth for over 30 minutes and had a ball. Is it true that I can't ever, ever again have a puppy?