Well, I interrupt this lapse in blogging to introduce you to a (not so) little someone…

People, meet Lucy.

You might remember my first time meeting Lucy on my trip back home a few weeks ago.  It was love at first sight.  But she went back home with my brother, Will, and we headed back to North Carolina, and that was that.

Here’s the thing about Will.  He’s a dog whisperer.  He has rescued countless abandoned dogs from shelters and lost dogs off of busy streets, and he loves them all well.  A few days ago, he called me to ask if our family wanted Lucy.  With his home already full with a few other dogs, he knew Lucy would fit well in our family and would certainly be lavished with attention. 

Honestly, we weren’t planning on getting another dog anytime soon.  In fact, I was such an emotional wreck when Chloe died a few years ago that I’ve been super hesitant to get another dog.  The thought of loving another pet only to go through that ordeal again was daunting (and admittedly a bit morbid).  But this felt right.  The right timing.  And the right dog.  Because, you guys, she is the sweetest thing ever.  A docile, kid-loving, house-trained (thankyouJesus), one year old 80 pound beast of a bulldog.  (Oh and her eye?  It looks a lot worse than it is.  It’s called “cherry eye”, is common with this breed, can be fixed, and is purely cosmetic.  She’s still stinkin’ cute, cherry eye or not, if I do say so myself.)

You know, there are two types of people in this world: dog-people and people who think those crazy canine-lovers have lost. their. minds.  As I settled on the couch to rest for a few sacred minutes this afternoon, I found myself once again negotiating couch-space with our newest addition.  And loving it.  Sure, she might shed.  She’s totally overweight.  She could use a little cosmetic surgery.  And she snores.  But good gracious, my heart is so happy to be a dog person today.

And Will?  Thank you for entrusting Lucy to us.  She already fits into our crazy family perfectly.