After the unexpected and devastating loss of their beloved Bailey on Monday (thank you for the comments on the blog post, it was difficult for her to read, but they helped immensely), my sister said her house was simply not the same; the energy was different and it was much too quiet. It was eerily silent, like a haunted house and the family were zombies roaming the halls. For such a small dog, Bailey, had a monstrously large personality.
Beth's older dogs stopped doing much and everyone was depressed. Beth has spent much of this week in tears. Her house is always a mass of commotion; people coming and going, dogs playing. She decided the quiet was just too much and there needed to be puppy energy in the house again. So we went to the Humane Society yesterday to see if they had any dogs she might fall in love with.
Turned in just the day before, a litter of 8 shar pei/lab 12 week old puppies. It was love at first wobble-to-you-and-crawl-in-your-lap sight.
Meet the newest members of the house:
My niece, Alex, and Roo