We have a new puppy...........

I posted about the pup on my other blog OBnSS. Needless to say, I did not plan to add a dog into the house again anytime soon. But life is not always planned, yes?

I have to say that the last thing on my mind, if I were to have been contemplating a dog, would be an "almost dog". The size difference between a St. Bernard puppy and this little bit of dog that is now terrorizing our hearts is huge-anormous.

It was a very quick, kinda thing. A friend came home from liquidating her Father's estate in New York and found this less than 2 pound, 3 1/2 month old pup wandering around her Diesel (these are big trucks, people) repair business garage. She had no idea how long the puppy had been there and at first didn't know who had brought her. Turns out it was one of her mechanics who lives on the Navajo reservation just west of ABQ.

My friend is a wonderfully kind, animal person, who like us loves St. Bernards. Her two saints are just wonderful beasties, like mine were and Bogart and Penelope were my beasties BDF's( Best Dog Friends). She is constantly getting strays brought to her and most times she is able to place them with good people and good homes.

My friend helped me grieve the loss of my giant fur babies and hasn't ask me to adopt because she knew I was still raw...however...something about this little, tiny Shih Tzu/Yorkie fur baby told her to call. This puppy, or should I introduce you to Ms. Ellie Mae Scootles of the Cibola County Scootles, fresh off the rez, just captured me with one look. Button nose, buggie eyes, wild terrier hair and those ears, oh my stars, she speaks to my soul. She was born on the day my sweet Willow departed this reality. Could it be she came back to rescue me and love me again? I truly think so. Even if I am romanticizing the whole song and dance, she is needless to say, a keeper. I am as they say, over the moon.

The kids love her, she almost beats herself to death with her tail when they come into view. The other dog loves her and is showing a great deal of restraint in the amount of force when he plays with her (which was within moments, he missed the big W too). The cat hates her and that's as I suspected, cuz the cat if he had a tail would be a ringed tailed tooter. The Sweet Man as I suspected couldn't say no to her either, and he and Ry named her Ellie for the lady in Up because that Ellie Fredrickson was a gritty, cute, funny, adventurer, with a very sweet nature....yep so far that's our Ellie too.

Now could someone explain to Shel and GK that adventurer's are not divas and don't need pink dresses and carrying cases....no?, me either.