Warm and Fuzzy

Almost 13 months to the day after the death of our first dog, Sierra, and we’ve gone and done it again. 

We’ve found our match.  Our “pawfect” match.

Meet Jennsen, our new puppy.  She is a rescue from a local organization.  Five months old and full of cuteness.  And our kids are in love; with the warm bundle of fuzziness that is currently stretched as far wide as she can get across our shag carpeting in the family room.

So sweet and timid.  So peaceful and calm.  And so quiet.  We still have yet to hear her bark.  She has a lot to explore and a lot to get used to in our home, but we’re excited she’s here.

 

She doesn’t replace the first dog we’ve ever owned, and she doesn’t take over the current one we still have (our 13 year old hound mix).  But she does start a new chapter for our family.  One that involves all the cute silliness that comes with owning a puppy.  The floppy ears and too big feet that flounder when she tries to pounce on a large-sized tennis ball.  The chasing and then chewing of every stick she can find (even if said stick is three times the size of her and filled with pine needles).  The curiosity that flashes in her brown eyes and also through over-active nostrils as she takes in all of the new sights and sounds around her.  There is a joyfulness about her; a giddiness that I admire.

I can’t help but to think back to my days as a Girl Scout (I did two years of Brownies).  Not because we had any projects that focused on dogs or puppies or anything of the like.  It’s that song that’s stuck in my head:

“Make new friends,

  But keep the old.

  One is silver,

  And the other is gold.

  A circle is round.

  It has no end.

  That’s how long I’m gonna be your friend.”

Welcome to the family, Jennsen!