Marlowe died four weeks ago tomorrow. Sasha misses him and I miss him, but we decided it was time for a new one.
And we found one. He's afraid of his own shadow and he likes Sasha because I introduced them today. She stood there like the trooper she is and let him smell all over her, then he ran off like a crazy dog, only to come back and sniff her again, which she tolerated again.
By this time tomorrow, I may be the mommy to two shy, timid dogs. Who'd have ever thought that?
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