We are smitten. Goners. Head over heels.
We’ve welcomed a new puppy into our home and well, I think she’s just the best. She’s another whippet, like our Connor was, and is 15 weeks old. We’ve named her Tori (short for Victoria) because we already have cats named Henry and Elizabeth, so we’re keeping it in the royal family. (I’m not claiming this is normal).
If you had asked me back in June if I could be ready for a new dog this soon, I would have told you emphatically no. But our hearts have lots of room for people and pets, new and old.
That doesn’t mean that I don’t still miss my old pup; I do, every day. But I can also love this new addition. The kids are beyond thrilled to have a young, energetic and playful new pal in the house.
She’s done really well so far with her training and adjusting to her new home, and I’m hopeful that will continue. And in about nine months, I might just have myself a new running partner, too! This makes me smile.