So, my world changed a little bit today - like, forever.
Those who know me, know I have a "thing" for dogs. By a "thing", I mean most days, I can't think of anything better than a dog. Dogs are gifts from God.
I had a dog, Bo-shi. I had a beautiful beast that (when I didn't want to beat him senseless) filled every second of every day with sunshine (and slobber) (and farts). Two years ago, I had to put him down. That big boy suffered through almost 15 relocations with me. He lived with me in houses, apartments and hotels all over the country. He loved me unendingly. He never judged me (well, maybe sometimes, but I'm sure I deserved it)
When he left, my world ended a little bit. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to own another dog.
That was 2 years ago.
About 5 months ago, I started entertaining the thought that maybe I've healed enough to bring another dog into the picture. Add to this equation that Brian is a dog-lover from way back, and well, the thinking became searching...
Today, Brian and I drove to Portland to interview a breeder. I was pretty proud of us - we weren't going with huge expectations. We weren't going with the intention of bringing a dog home. We wanted the experience to be perfect - no settling for less than the best.
Here's the thing, the experience was perfect. The people were perfect. The dogs were perfect, and the puppies were like little snowflakes of happiness.
And we claimed a dog.
Here's his mom, Lucy:
And his dad, Griz:
And some more gratuitous puppy shots:
My heart is so ready for this, and the thought that this dog is something that Brian and I are doing together makes it feel even more right.
We'll be bringing him home on July 2nd...2 years to day from when I said goodbye to Bo-shi.
Sometimes, the world is just perfect and ironic like that.