Waiting for Millie

It’s time.

We’ve been without a dog for almost two years now and I’m ready. Our previous family pet really belonged to our oldest, our daughter. And as all children eventually do, they leave, they go to college, they graduate and move on with their lives. But the beloved pet stays home. Sure that lab got lots of love, mainly from the husband, the boys a little and honestly not so much from me. That poor dog lived to eat, eat she did, didn’t matter what, if it was left out unattended, she ate it. Honestly life was a little different after she left us, I would look around the next corner, convinced I heard the rattle of tags but no Libby. Time moved on, the annoying traces of her fur finally eradicated after a two years absent. And we were a family with no pet.

Now I think it’s time. I want a puppy. In the world of compromise, the men in my life want a big dog; I want a dog that does not shed. And as fate would have it our dear friends have a connection that fits this challenge. Our compromise is a Standard Poodle, relatively big and virtually shed free! To compete in the battle of sexes in my house this newest addition is a sweet female. Her parents are beautiful pair of black poodles and this little canine seems destined to follow in their footsteps.

Naming a puppy is a big job, it’s important to be just right. I met this little sweetie a couple of weeks ago, loved cuddling and smelling that sweet puppy smell. And I wondered, what is her name, what will it be. As it often happens, that perfect name kind of crept up on me one evening. I was remembering a sweet great aunt of mine; the world knew no better person. Her constant companion was her little toy poodles. And this dear aunt’s name? Millie. Perfect. I think she would have agreed.

So in about 5-6 weeks, our newest addition will arrive. She’ll be approximately 10 weeks old. I know she’ll miss her siblings (all 6 of them) but I know she’ll fit right in with this bunch. I know there will be accidents to deal with, chewing to control and schedules to work out. But that’s okay, because I’m ready; it’s time to add a little something to our home. Millie will be where she is meant to be.