One year ago today, we brought home a new puppy.
It was almost a week after Maggie died and I was so not ready for another dog. But the house was eerily quiet without a pet under our feet all the time, and Dave started talking about a new dog. He visited the Humane Society at least once. A friend of a friend still had two yellow lab puppies left from a litter born in January, and he made an appointment to go see them.
I didn’t find out where we were going until it was time to go, and I think Dave planned it that way. In hindsight, it was smart of him. I probably wouldn’t have agreed to go otherwise.
We got to Kim’s house and were immediately accosted by three playful puppies- the one she was keeping and the two still available for adoption, one boy and one girl. We picked our puppy the same way we picked Maggie all those years ago- the little girl puppy kept crawling all over me, so we decided it was destiny and took her home.
It took us a few days to name her, but we settled on Lucy. She was a four month old ball of energy who loved to bite. It took us months to get past the bad behavior- and it’s still not all gone- but we love our sweet dog.
Happy other birthday, Lucy!