I knew something was brewing yesterday when my mom asked me to stop by the house with my camera, so she could snap some photos of a craft project. Infact, two flags were raised from this request:
1. My mother is not a crafter.
2. My father owns about 567,345 bajillion cameras that are nicer than mine.
But the offer came with free pizza, so of course I showed. And who should greet me in the driveway? The sweetest lab-mix you've ever met, complete with a pink bow! This weekend, my parents had adopted 5-year-old Winnie, fully housebroken and fully trained.
Last month, our kitten passed away and contrary to all "pet-grief" guidelines, my sis and I had already started the dialogue on getting a new pet...but it seems our parents beat us to the punch! While I'll always have a soft spot for puppies (Gabe has promised we'll get one someday)...it is nice that Winnie's energy has leveled out, and that we won't find her wetting on the carpet!
Unfortunately Winnie doesn't have a hot career as a doggie model--the poor thing couldn't quite sit still long enough for me to capture her. She was much more interested in taking her fourth (!!) walk of the day and the six bacon treats stuffed in my back pocket.
(My mom, sis and Winnie on our walk.)
If there's any silver lining to be found in losing a pet it is this: life has given you the chance to fall in love with a new pet all over again, even sooner than you thought you could.
And after a round of teary goodbyes, a new hello is so very welcome.