Last Friday, I was feeling a bit blue and found myself at the county animal shelter—the same shelter from which we had adopted
Peyo. Peyo was a big dog; so naturally, I wanted to look at the big dogs. There were some handsome specimens in the big dog kennels, but, sadly (and not surprisingly), no Peyo.
As I exited the big dog kennels, I studied the door leading to the small dog kennels. “Hmmm…” I thought, “Why not?”
This is what greeted me in the very first kennel:
Papers were signed, a pink collar was purchased, and we brought her home.
Although we can never replace Peyo, his passing left just enough room for a new kind of puppy love, and somehow, I think he would be pleased that we adopted this little one from the same shelter where we adopted him. Farewell, sweet Peyo, and welcome to the family, little Poppy!
(FYI...Poppy is a two-year-old, female apple-head chihuahua. I know, I know...let the scoffing begin!)