As you saw two posts ago, I lost my mind and got another dog. (And no, she isn’t completely potty trained yet.) My middle daughter who just graduated from high school was holding her the other day, and said, “She’s so adorable, and she’s got blonde curly hair and brown eyes like me. Hey, wait . . . Did you get this dog to replace me?”
Not consciously. Coincidence? I don’t know. If so, who knows what I’ll have to get when her twin leaves home.
Besides, Poppy isn’t a complete replacement because she refuses to wear the apron we keep attempting to foist on her, and she’s never been able to work the mixers with her paws.