Yesterday I drove five hours round trip and came home with a very good dog. She's seven months, a super mutt but probably Aussie/Blue Heeler/who knows what else.

As soon as I saw her, my heart did a pitter-pat. I was joking the other day that I don't want another dog, I want our old dog back. This pup...her energy, and her white-tipped tail, and her sweetness are so much like my very best dog, the one that passed suddenly a few years ago.

Weird how that happens. None of the other dogs we reached out to worked out, but this one is the perfect pup. I love her.