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!
