
Today we are joining the Black and White Sunday blog hop hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.
We went exploring this morning. It was awesome until Petal dragged her leash (handle included) through her own poop.
We live such glamorous lives us dog owners. 😉
Today we’re participating in the Black & White Sunday blog hop hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.
This is how we spent last Sunday, snuggling lots and lots. It was lovely. Hopefully we’ll spend today the same way.
Hope you all are enjoying a relaxing Sunday today!
Today we are joining the Black and White Sunday blog hop hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.
P.S. I think those two, white-ish, dots on the right are falling drops of drool that flew from Petal’s lips as she turned her head to the left, haha.
Today we are participating in the Black and White Sunday blog hop hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.
Like seriously could anything be cuter?
Hint: the answer is big and fat and rhymes with “po”.
That’s right, no.
I would kiss on her nose all day long if she would let me.
Today we are participating in the black and white Sunday blog hop hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.
Today we are participating in the Black and White blog hop hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.
Today we are participating in the Black and White Sunday blog hop hosted by Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.
I’ve been thinking about this incredible dog a lot today.
She would’ve been 7 years old on Friday, the 26th.
I spent Friday morning stressed and nervous; I was forgetting something.
Late afternoon things calmed down and the day was really turning around. It was becoming a really great day after all.
Then I remembered what I had forgotten: Ella’s birthday.
The funny thing (but not “ha ha” funny, strange funny) is, as I remembered what day it was, my mood only improved. It brought a smile to my face. I didn’t expect that. I thought I would cry, I didn’t.
 I miss her. I really miss her. But her birthday, her first birthday since her passing, did not darken what was turning out to be a great day, it only made it better. I don’t know why. I can’t explain it. I guess I just… felt, somehow, closer to her in a way.
Today, however, I’ve been battling the waterworks as I look through her pictures. I miss this bossy, noisy, sweet, weird, funny, overly affectionate, gorgeous mutt.