Happy Tuesday, dear friends. I hope everyone had a great weekend – whether it be with lots of family and friends or plenty of relaxation.
I enjoyed a wonderful week with my #2. It certainly had its share of sadness but I was so fortunate to have my sweet #2 by my side in bidding my precious Gypsy good bye. The days were naturally quiet but we managed to get some college clothes shopping in and plenty of lunches in at #2’s favorite place… Whole Foods.
We dropped our #2 at the airport on Saturday. She had to be back by Sunday. We did some food shopping for Easter and then we went to visit a goldendoodle dog breeder. The Mister’s idea. He said that he wanted to buy me a puppy for my birthday (which, coincidentally is this week). I told him no – it was too soon. But deep down inside, I had a hole in my heart and I missed having a sweet dog in my life. The Mister and I have always had a dog – a yorkie for 17 years and a sweet mixture of sweetness named Gypsy for 12 blissful years. The house was so empty without a the presence of our sweet girl Gypsy.
You know what’s coming next. You know I couldn’t walk away without one of those sweet puppies in my arms. We both had full intention of buying a female. The breeder brought us to look at all the available puppies. She brought out two females to play with on the grass. They were a bundle of energy. I kept looking back at the kennel at this little pup that was much too pretty to be a male. I asked to hold him. That was it. He had such a sweet calmness about him. His face looked just like our Gypsy. That was it. The Mister and I were both smitten. The Mister didn’t mind the thought of having another male presence around either.
On the car ride to the breeders we discussed names. We agreed on Gracie if it was a girl. In our quest for the perfect name, the Mister mentioned “chowder.” I said it wasn’t feminine enough. Now that we were adopting a little boy, we didn’t have to worry about that. With our puppy’s cream coloring, Chowder was a perfect name. Then the Mister declared Chowdah it is. Did I mention that the Mister’s Boston accent has reappeared? So we agreed that since the Mister couldn’t pronounce chowder we would name him “Chowdah” – Boston speak for chowder.
My 2 favorite guys.
We drove home with a quick detour to Petsmart with Chowdah snuggled into my lap. The poor little guy got car sick 3 times on the journey to his new home. When we arrived, the Mister gave his #1 son a bath. I dried him off and held his little shaking body in a warm blanket in my lap for the rest of the evening.
Our first selfie!!
At the kennel, Chowdah didn’t have a bed. I think he probably slept on the floor of the kennel or snuggled with his sisters and brothers. It took him awhile to figure it out.
The first day, the Mister and I spent a lot of time on our knees with cleaning products. It was an adjustment for all of us.
I think our little Chowdah is going to fit into our family just fine.
Hope your day is filled with puppy love!