losing the moo was devastating. I guess no matter how much warning you have, you can never be prepared to lose anything you love. the three of us spent the next few days floating around the house in despair. it was like a dance of sadness. we would seperate into our own rooms only to come together somewhere in the house to hug and cry and cling. we began tossing around the idea of finding another dog to give all that misplaced love to. Hannah (my 17 yr old) seemed most anxious to fill the hole while David (my 21 yr old) seemed hesitant. I was stuck in between, both with them and in my mind. 6 days after losing moo we decided to go poke around at shelters, etc. we wandered into adoption day at petsmart and Hannah immediatly fell for a beautiful little chihuahua. I saw some obvious problems with her choice. I did not want a Chi. I certainly didn’t want a purebred. she was. I wanted a dog between 1-3 years. she was 6. she was also missing an eye. Hannah held on to this little dog for dear life as I text her brother to ask his opinion. he said bring her home. so we did and she has turned out to be the sweetest little girl. she has lots of issues (next blog) but she is darling. enter the poo. pualani is her full name.
next blog: where is your dog’s eye?