After several people showed interest in Millie (who we were fostering through One Tail at a Time), I found that instead of being happy to see her find a new home, I was feeling seriously bummed that she would be leaving. And I think Josh felt the same way.
Our biggest concern though was making sure Chick would be okay with having a another pup around. She has always been a loner and never shows too much interest in other dogs. After Millie was spayed we saw the tension between the two dissipate and while they aren’t playmates, they are respectful of each other (save for when Millie interrupts Chick on “her” pillow on the couch. We all have our limits).
While it has been a little more work adjusting to walking two pups and getting them out the door (oh how I long for a house with a door to the backyard), it’s also been a lot of fun having two:)
A month may have gone by, but … I’m still here. My lack of posting has a good excuse though: we adopted this tiny houseguest(!). Meet Millie. And then we moved. Yet again to a different unit in our current building. Our previous landlord was ready to sell his condo and we, as it turns out, were not ready to buy it.
So here we are. It seemed to take longer than normal to get settled in this time around, but we’re finally there. The move seemed to be especially tough on those sweet pups as they adjusted to new territory. It’s hard when you don’t know what’s going on! Now that it’s just about the official start of summer, I’m looking forward to lots of park visits with these two.
I have loved Paris for as long as I can remember. I’m not entirely sure why, but that city always seems to present itself in the best light, kind of like you’re in a dream. This photo shows the steps of Montmartre in 1932 and I remember walking them over 70 years later while I visited Paris in high school. I’d so love to go back.
(Image via Life Magazine’s collection called Brassaï in Paris: A Photographer’s Love Letter to the City of Light)
This photo is from Life Magazine’s Classic Comics Collection in the 1940s and ’50s. A young boy stops to read his favorite comic while out on a stroll with his dog.
(Image via Life Magazine)