Last weekend, my very old, quite senile Jack Russell terrier died.
We’d expected it for some time. After all, when we went camping last summer, the dog passed out more than once trying to poo. When we took her to the vet, he could only shrug and say, “Well, she’s almost 17.”
While we didn’t expect it this way, she went out the way she lived…as a bad dog.
In any case, we still have Big Dog Frank. He’s enough to fill a room.
But…but…Frank was lonely. And the house was a little empty. And… I wanted a second dog before Frank became a crotchety old man. He’ll be eight in April, so he’s getting close.
Perhaps I should have resisted, but I didn’t.
So, without further ado, meet my furry addition: Vanilla Bean AKA Nilla.
(Also, Frank and Bean was unintentionally funny)
There's a Bee in my Bodice 
I’m so sorry for your loss. But, how could anyone resist that face? What a cutiepie. 🙂 ~ Viola
We like her. She’s certainly got a funny little character.
I’m so sorry about your Jack Russell. 😦 Congratulations on the new girl. She’s freakin’ adorable.
So very very sorry about your old baby, but congratulations on you new adorable Vanilla Bean fluff ball. Such an odd combination comment…. Hope Frank is happy with his new friend. 🙂
Thanks, Glenda.
Frank doesn’t seem to know what to make of her…for now, he’s taken it upon himself to protect the cat. Yesterday, he actually made a noise that sounded exactly like Danny Glover saying, “I’m getting to old for this Sh!t.”
She’s integrated pretty well into the family. When M took her to the vet, he drove all the way with a little dog on his lap, and he adores the little puff ball.
We like our princess puppy. We’ll see how she does when we both go to work tomorrow.