Scout’s arrival is fast approaching and the closer it gets, the more my heart feels split. I am very excited to finally get to hold the little pup, her photos and videos have captured my heart.
The flip side of that is how broken my heart still is about Bailey. My trepidation in regards to a new dog (and a puppy no less!) is tempered by this guy. He is so lost without his buddy. And I am at a loss on how to help him. He clearly finds me an inadequate play partner, our attempts at tug and fetch are short-lived. He spends most of his days like this, so not himself.
He’s been so good with foster dogs and in several interactions recently with dogs we’ve met on walks – most recently a tiny corgi pup. She came right over to him, he dropped down to the ground and flattened himself so she could buzz around him, sniffing and licking. He was in love. So I am hopeful Scout will be just what he needs.
But if it weren’t for this, I don’t think I would have rushed to get another dog…at least not for a few months. It’s been such a crazy time, I feel like I haven’t had time to grieve her loss, much less heal my own heart.
Somehow, though, I suspect, Scout will quickly and eagerly help me in that process…somewhere around noon on Friday.
Meanwhile, this girl remains foremost in my thoughts.