"Not quite a hurricane" Alberto was a pansy but at least we got lots of nice rain.
It's coming up on two months since we had our best buddy put down. Most of the time now, I am able to talk about him without crying. I sure do miss the little furball and I still haven't gotten used to not having to pick up my car keys silently without jangling them or not having to spell out words like "c-a-r," and "p-o-s-t o-f-f-i-c-e" instead of speaking them. I still find myself saving a few bites of steak or something good to share from my dinner plate. I truly miss talking to the little guy all day long. For 16 years, The Bubba was my constant companion.
I'm not quite ready for another dog. W4D and I have agreed to wait until the end of summer or early fall before we start looking for a new puppy. We are at the point now where we notice all the dogs on TV, in print, or those out and about with their humans. We pet, admire, or discuss every dog we see.
I like a laid back dog that is a lover, not a twitcher, jumper or a fighter. I don't like tremblers or hyper-active or klutzy dogs. We once had an Afghan that was the klutziest dog ever. Labradoodles are supposed to be wonderful dogs. They have the smarts of the Poodle and the temperament of the Lab and they don't shed. I'd like one if they weren't too big to tuck under my arm and tote around or sit on my lap. I like all sorts of dogs but I want one that's scruffy looking, cute, hairy and calm, Type B and eager to please.
OMG! I just described my husband.