This is Daisey Bug...

 She found us. She found us when we were sad and tired and she made us smile...except Hank. Hank had had a terrible, very bad, not good day. He wasn't impressed with her sweet nature or her hopeful eyes or her eagerness to please. Nope. He didn't even want to notice her. He WOULDN'T notice her. He refused. He would be polite and use his good manners but no way would he actually LOOK at her.

       This is Hank. He's huge. Enormous. Giant-like. And kinda big.

  He went on this trip with us, a mom and her young adult daughter on a search for a new furry friend to help heal the heartache left by an old furry friend. Hank was sad, too. He missed his Old Friend and decided food tasted too blah to eat and toys weren't fun any more and if you just look out the window hard enough, long enough surely your Old Friend, your BEST friend will come home to you. Our loss was deep.

 So off our Little Band went, in search of. Our first shelter stop was a 2 hour drive from home in a pouring rain and held a promise of a beautiful new love. But by the time we arrived, New Love belonged to someone else. We met many others but no one seemed to want us. SomeBody even bit Hank on his face. The nerve. There were new friends coming to the shelter, can you wait? they asked. We waited. In the car. In the rain. With the not small Spotty Dog. Who was in a mood now. We waited. We waited. We waited...for nothing. No New Love for us.

 Moms don't like seeing their Baby cry. One more try. Just one more. Call the other shelter, see if the black pup is still there. She is! and our Little Band journeys on. It's only another hour and a half...*sigh*. And there she was and she loved us and we loved her! Except for Hank. He didn't love her. He couldn't love her because his heart still loved the Old Friend.

 We all went Home to get to know each other. It's not a big car and eventually he looked at her (just once tho) and...she wasn't that bad. True she was black and not yellow like his Old Friend but she had the same floppy ears and the same brown eyes...nice eyes, friendly eyes...

 Maybe. Maybe it'll be OK. But she can't touch his toys. Or his floor bed. Or his food bowl. Or his favorite chair cuz it already fits his butt real good.

 

 

And then it was better! They play and snuggle and bounce and eat and bark and tug and sleep and always together. There's never really enough room when both Loves are on the near-side of gargantuan. It's a good thing Daisey Bug is very accommodating and doesn't take up a lot of room and certainly doesn't mind snuggling.

 I think it's all going to be OK...because Daisey Loves Hank...and Hank's heart is healing...