Since we lost Lola, the lack of dog in the house has been terrible. The girls talk about her all the time. They've pulled out all their stuffed dogs and have been hosting tea parties for them. They took out all the books they have about dogs so they can "pick out the perfect dog for us."
I couldn't get past the lack of puppy-head in the window when I pulled into the driveway each evening. Something had to be done. We knew we wanted a puppy and we knew we wanted another boxer. We also wanted a rescue dog. Those three things aren't always easy to find when you want them. However, as Jeremiah scoured the internet he came across a litter of brindle boxers, 9 weeks old, whose mama had died 2 days after giving birth to them. The owners bottle fed the pups until they could be weaned, then gave them to an animal shelter, which gave them to a rescue in Madison, Ga (Companion Animal Rescue), the very same town from which Lola hailed. Kismet!
Yesterday, Jeremiah and I sneaked off without the kids, and picked up our new puppy. He is impossibly sweet. I wish we had video of the kids meeting him. What a love fest! He is tolerant, playful and snuggly. He already whines at the door when he needs to pee. Most of the time. He has been named Monkey. I have already decided he's going to be a mama's boy.