WARNING: Today’s blog post will most likely include a mishmash of random blathering amongst pictures containing cuteness galore.
You have been warned!
Let me start by taking a moment to pay my respects to Lil-Lu.
Li-Lu was our Staffordshire Bull Terrier, and she very sadly passed about a few weeks ago at age 10 & ½. To say I was devastated was an understatement. At the time, both I and Mr B decided no way were we ready to have another pooch yet. And we even talked about altering up our favoured breed when we did. But what we hadn’t taken into account was the ‘emptiness’.
If you’ve never had a dog in your life, I’ll understand if you don’t get this. If you have had a dog in your life you will get this straight away.
You see, Mr B & I have lived in our home since November of 1993 when we bought it together. By early January of 1994, we had our first dog. A Staffordshire Bull Terrier. A year later we added a mongrel to the household. And soon after that, our pooch count went up to three. In the summer of 2002, we only had the Staffie left. Her name was Zoe. At that point, Zoe was 9 1/2, and she seemed a little doddery on her legs. Well, me being me, I couldn’t bear the thought of being without a pooch. I also couldn’t bear the thought of trying to ‘replace’ Zoe and the new doggie not living up to the standard set by her predecessor. I figured it would be easier if we had a dog already who had won us over in her own right. So when I went out to a friend’s house one day, whose dog just happened to have had pups that were ready to leave, I kinda turned up back home with a pup in tow and a ‘Ta-da! Guess what I bought?’ greeting to my man. (He is a very understanding bloke. *nods head* which is probably just as well).
So, as you’re probably guessing, the new pup was Li-Lu. Having a pup in the house seemed to add life to old doddery Zoe, and she went on to run about the garden with her new friend and went on to live another few years. Having Li-Lu there at the time made her death—whilst it hurt like hell—a little easier to bear.
We didn’t have that luxury this time around. To make matters worse, our decision to not get a new pooch right away didn’t seem to be working out. Because dogs create such a presence when they live with you, they become a piece to your puzzle, a part of your team … when they’re not there anymore, a huge gap is created. One that doesn’t belong there. And one that your heart yearns to fill.
So, we gave in.
Yesterday evening, Mr B came home with our new family member. Her name is Lunar (I’m sure you can figure out where the inspiration came from 😉 ). She is another Staffie. And I’d like to introduce her to you. See below. 🙂
This is how she looked at me when introduced. Not sure she was too impressed. Don’t worry, though, I’m kinda growing on her. 😉
This one was actually taken with her in my lap. I’m hoping she kinda likes to sleep there, you know, with it getting kinda chilly and all–I could use a hot water bottle. :pCan I just get an Aaawwwwww?
Yeah, yeah, I know, I’ve been a bit snap happy with the camera (and trust when I say I didn’t post all of them), but she’s worth the airtime, right?
So this is Lunar? How about you guys? You have any special creatures in your lives?