Why does this feel like a confession AND an announcement?

WTHeck?!
Maybe because a slice of my gray matter feels a pang of guilt because I still miss Olive so very much. And yet I also think she would approve - truly.

I certainly wasn’t planning on this. Not one iota. But here it is:
We adopted a rescue dog!

Yes our hearts were aching with the loss of our French Bulldog Olive this past October. My goodness her 4- legged life affected so many. She oozed love and joy. Just exploded with silliness. Oh that dog.

And then the massive California fires hit. We were safe but the windows had to be shut 24/7. The acrid smoke drifted all around. Local news broadcasted the severity of it all constantly. Boy it kept me up at night. Not only did humans need assistance but the animals too. Shelters and rescue’s bursting at the seams.

I told another SparkPal that I felt this deep need to pay the love that Olive gave us forward somehow. Long story short, we went to a rescue to meet a specific dog and it didn’t work out (not allowed to be in a home with cats).
Hubby started to wheel me toward the door so we could go to the car and then WHOOPSIES we came home with this terrier puppy. A puppy?!? We had only planned on meeting an adult dog and here we just adopted a puppy. Did I mention that she was covered in pee? Oh boy.

We went home and the DH raced to the pet store to buy the bare necessities (because we had donated every single thing we could and packed away every sweet memory of Olive that was not framed). I took that opportunity to have a heart to heart talk with currently unnamed ‘Pee Pee Dog’. I told her that she was now in a home where another pup lived for a long time, and we would do our best to give her all of the love that she could handle from us as well. I guess I also needed a bit of closure with Olive myself.

The DH got naming rights this time. Her name is Robie. This is going to be exciting : )

‘Nuff Said