So, sometimes, I peruse the Nashville Humane Society website just because pictures of animals cheer me up.
Today, I came face to face with a dog that could be the brother of my own babygirl.
This is Piper:
This is her baby brother, Monty:
I showed Matt his picture and he agreed they could be siblings. Now, we're not going to get another dog, but... I just love the idea of knowing that somewhere, another sweet thing is going to find a family who loves him.
Piper is very serious in her photos. I couldn't find her smiling like her brother, Monty - which, I can assume is short for Montgomery, or Montague, or Three Card Monty.
Anyway, I am not going to obsess over it, once I've finished this post, at any rate.
It's just that I knew nothing of Lola's parentage back in the day - she was found on the side of the road and I don't know if she had littermates, though I used to daydream of what her brothers and sisters were like. Mean, feisty, I assumed. She was the braintrust of her litter. I know that in my heart.
I am home, and I'm super glad to be here. I don't fly again til after Thanksgiving.
So now, I do laundry, I organize. I get ready to end 2016 with a bang, a whimper... whatever. This has been a tough week, a tough year.
But good news - the same DNA that made my sweet dog may be coursing through the veins of another sweet little guy. Well, not so little. He's bigger than his older sister. But I know this is her brother - they say he's mouthy, energetic and needs leash training.
Like I said - I'll stop obsessing - I just needed to share.
Today, I came face to face with a dog that could be the brother of my own babygirl.
This is Piper:
This is her baby brother, Monty:
I showed Matt his picture and he agreed they could be siblings. Now, we're not going to get another dog, but... I just love the idea of knowing that somewhere, another sweet thing is going to find a family who loves him.
Piper is very serious in her photos. I couldn't find her smiling like her brother, Monty - which, I can assume is short for Montgomery, or Montague, or Three Card Monty.
Anyway, I am not going to obsess over it, once I've finished this post, at any rate.
It's just that I knew nothing of Lola's parentage back in the day - she was found on the side of the road and I don't know if she had littermates, though I used to daydream of what her brothers and sisters were like. Mean, feisty, I assumed. She was the braintrust of her litter. I know that in my heart.
I am home, and I'm super glad to be here. I don't fly again til after Thanksgiving.
So now, I do laundry, I organize. I get ready to end 2016 with a bang, a whimper... whatever. This has been a tough week, a tough year.
But good news - the same DNA that made my sweet dog may be coursing through the veins of another sweet little guy. Well, not so little. He's bigger than his older sister. But I know this is her brother - they say he's mouthy, energetic and needs leash training.
Like I said - I'll stop obsessing - I just needed to share.
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