We just got a new dog. A rescue doggie; 2 years old, mini-dachshund, very cute, very tiny.
We decided that we needed to give our old dog a rest from trying to play and run around and sleep on the bed, etc. After all, she is way up there - 15 years old, I think (maybe older).
A new dog is very exciting for the whole family. The kids like it because they are there from the beginning for this one. Lady, our old dog was already 5 years old or more before son #1 appeared, and even older when small brown child arrived.
Plus, a new dog is a new opportunity to do it right. Train her right, feed her right, just a new page to write on.
Actually, a new dog is full of so much promise. Like a baby, or a new book. You can't help but imagine what it will be like in a few days, a few weeks, a few years. Meanwhile, I have this little brown lump of fur snoring at me and looking up at me with those big brown eyes, and dancing around when I come home.
So off to the doggie lessons and around the block for a break and we will see what happens.
