Life's a bitch, and then you get a puppy.
We’ve had our fur ball for a couple of weeks, and she has already wiggled and sqeezed her tiny little self into all our hearts. It’s very easy to love her, what with that face:
Her name is Hazel, she is currently 10 weeks old, and she’s a Shi Tzu like our sweet Chowder was.
Our dog Raka is warming up to her, which is a miracle because Hazel has very, very sharp little teeth, and she likes to grab Raka’s ears with them.
What has exponentially increased since we’ve had Hazel:
- Pee stains on our carpet
- Laughter in our house
- Hysterical shrieking from people when they pass her and notice me carrying her in a front pack
- The time spent knitting warm little sweaters for her
- Likes and thumbs-ups on Facebook and Instagram
- My anxious looks into the sky and heart rate when I watch for predators when she goes potty outside
- Girls in Eva's class asking for playdates
We picked her up in Wenatchee, a three hour ride over a mountain pass. On the ride home she bonded with various family members on our laps. The kids got to skip school for the event.
School, schmool… Picking up a new family member is much better education than anything, don’t you agree?
Hazel has participated in all of our lives like a pro: excursions to the beach, apple cider pressing, hikes in the mountains… She’s a trooper, and has to be in order to fit into our family.
I'll leave you with something puppy-unrelated. In the midst of all the hard stuff that happened, I managed to escape to our friends' yurt in Port Townsend, a lovely seaside town. It was my intention to relax, rejuvenate, and nourish myself. On the way there, I got a huge ticket because our truck tabs were expired...
Sigh... It can only get better from here, right?
Let me go hug my puppy.
