It's still just us.
Mark.
Lisa.
Dolce.
Georgia O'Keeffe
Ray Charles
Eartha Kitt.
No Fritz. No new dog.
I keep thinking when the time is right, it will happen. There is nothing as special as a good dog. And nothing as wrong as a bad dog. I don't want the wrong dog just because I want a dog. I want the right dog. I want the right dog for us.
I've almost come to the conclusion that our little family is OK with only two dogs. Mark, however, still feels that Georgia O'Keeffe does need to get out more. She does need a friend more her size. More compatible to her.
We've talked about different dogs. Checked into different options ... but nothing yet.
I feel like when it's meant to be .... it will be.
We'll get (or not get) the dog we are meant to have at the time we are meant to have it.
...and my heart still breaks over losing Fritz. I miss that dog every single day. I look for him in the pasture. I look at his empty kennel when the others eat. His bowl sits empty. I don't cry (as much) .... but my heart still breaks. He was a superior dog. I've been blessed to have many wonderful, fine dogs, and he was most definitely one of them.