Eight years ago today I walked in the house with this little thing under my coat. The Mister had been out having lunch with his friends and I decided to take an unplanned ride up past Baltimore to take a look at a puppy I had seen online.
I had tried for months to rescue a dog after Dear Old Doggie departed this life in September. It's harder than you think. I don't have a fenced yard and I have other pets. It makes it complicated. When I did locate a pup someone was willing to let me rescue it sadly passed away from a heart ailment right after I had been approved.
I had everything ready here for that ill fated pup and I was heart broken so late one night I went online puppy shopping and found one. I've rescued many, many cats so the fates should be able to forgive this one indulgent purchase from a backyard breeder.
It was money well spent. We couldn't have asked for a better dog.
Seven. We can't believe she turned seven in October. She's officially a senior now and that fills us with dread. Embark says her age now in human years is 51. Yikes. We know all too well how hard those goodbyes are but we can't let it spoil the fun of knowing something so adorably perfect in every way. It's been a wonderful seven years. Hopefully we will get at least seven more.