A Girl Named Houston

After losing my two German Shepherds - Sam and then Brandy I swore I would never ever go through that pain again. Pets are not "pets" they are family....if anything they own us. Both lived long happy lives and knew that they were loved beyond measure. Sam went first at 14 and the following year just a few weeks shy of her 14th birthday Brandy followed. That heart crushing soul deep mourning was rough.

Last year I thought...life is short why would you not want something so wonderful to be a part of your life? So....I started looking and call it being in the right place at the right time...As I was looking on a local site an ad was posted....I saw this adorable litter and immediately reached out to the owner. He said that I would have first choice...and I told him they are all beautiful but that little red one....they were just 4 weeks old so we arranged a time and off I went. When I saw them I told them yep that is the ONE! He said every one was asking about her and I told him well she is mine.

Four weeks later she was ready to go home with me and it was perfect timing. On my last day of school I went and picked her up. She was 15 pounds when I brought her home. She will be 9 months old on the 30th and is close to 75 pounds now. She is smart as a whip, a great watch dog and tons of fun. She has made life a joy.

She loves to run and play and go to doggie day care. It is really funny when we are watching the local news and every time the newscaster/sportscaster or weatherman says "Houston" she raises her head and stares at the tv. She loves to jump and catch balls and her jam is that Zillow commercial song "Love You". She drops everything and runs in to the room every time it comes on turning her head watching and listening to it. Blew her mind when I played it on the computer.

A girl named Houston brought happy into my life in amazing ways. I am thankful. I am blessed. She is my happy.