I am a dog person. Always have been, beginning with Lucky, the toy Boston bull terrier we had when I was a kid.
Our most recent dog was Rascal, a schnoodle. We got him when he was about six months old and had him for thirteen years. He died a couple of months ago of heart failure. We knew that was probably coming; we just didn’t expect it so soon.
I knew I wanted another dog. But I was thinking that I would probably wait for another month or so…get through some major activities I have coming up. But…
Some friends who volunteer at a shelter called and said they had a dog that they thought would work. I wanted a small lap dog, and they had one. So we went out to see. They brought her down the hall to the meet-and-greet room–and she was perfect! She and I immediately bonded, and she came home with us.
Her name at the shelter was Little Girl–but that didn’t seem quite right. So she is now Little Bit, and she is happily making herself at home. The only challenge is that she has staked such a claim on me that she doesn’t want to let another dog around…and we had planned on allowing another dog to join the family for our grandson. But that’s apparently not going to happen–at least for a while!
She is mine–definitely mine! She is excited to see other people, including Charlie and our grandkids…but I am hers!
She’s 3 years old, a terrier mix, and she’s working at figuring out all the newness around.
There are times when you just need love on four legs…love that is unconditional, that claims you regardless of anything else. And so…meet Little Bit!