But not exactly what we were expecting. So much so, that my husband wants to have them redone by the company that did the boys'. Theirs was spot on. Anyway, here you go.

Sonia is now seven months old. She's settled in; potty training is going well. She loves to run around her back yard:


And in the house.


But what is she? We sent out the DNA swab on Monday, so we should know soon. But does she have Bedlington terrier? Or maybe some Airedale?



Or some wirehaired Fox terrier. Or, my guess, some Lakeland terrier.



What say everyone else?

A year ago today I lost my precious Doyle. He wasn’t the friendliest of dogs. Actually, I was about the only person with which he would cuddle. He could be as stubborn as a mule, but so very loving, too. He loved his toys, which he refused to share with his brother. He was fourteen and a half, and seemed to be in good health. But, out of nowhere, cancer was discovered.

Six months and one day ago, we lost his sweet brother, Bodie. My Bodie Bug. It was the day before he would have turned fifteen. He was funny and gentle, and, I have to admit, friendlier than Doyle. Bodie, also, seemed in good health, until surgery to remove a couple of growths kicked off another bout of pancreatitis. His little body couldn’t handle it. I sometimes think that the loss of Doyle played a part in it, too. They were litter mates, and had never been apart. Bodie was more timid afterwards, and less sure of himself.

They loved their walks, and chasing each other around the yard. Though that would lessen as they aged. They loved wearing costumes. Probably because they thought of them as just another sweater, which meant going outside. Which is also probably the reason they were house broken in two days. They figured out right away that going to the door meant we had to let them outside. No matter that it was January and a particularly snowy year. But they loved the cold, hated the heat. And they loved howling along with the tornado siren when it was tested every month during the summer (though Doyle didn’t have enough hound in him to pull it off as well as his brother.)

They are everywhere around me. In the house, in the yard. I still miss them; I think I always will.

I wanted to post about them one last time.

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