So after all that emo whining the other day, I do have some good news. Jon and I finally bit the bullet and got a dog of our own!
Look at his face! He’s adorable, and very lovable indeed. Like I said, his name is Bruce. He’s a 4 year old terrier mix and we got him from a local shelter/animal sanctuary called Raystede . He’s a cheerful, spunky little dude and he even slept through the night last night in his own bed! Jon and I are very proud already. He’s so smart! Spud isn’t a huge fan since he’s also a terrier….and territorial, and having two old dogs (Max and Spud are also rescues, and they are in the 11-13 year age range) forced into close quarters with a relatively young 4 year old is pretty interesting. He makes Spud and Maxi seem really old and doddery! But everyone’s getting along just fine, so that’s good. Little Bruce-which, by the way, was his given name, not one we gave him-is definitely the best thing that’s happened to us lately. Love!
And a beautiful family photo that I already adore:)