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)