One week today since we said goodbye to our love pug. Steve and I have gone through several stages of grief - sadness, anger, regret, blame...now we're just sort of empty and depressed. It helps to be out and busy. We have the most amazing friends who have supplied us with prayer, love, support, and wine.
As I reflect on the effect Miles had on our lives, I know that every moment and penny spent was well worth it. He taught us about uninhibited joy, unconditional love, selflessness, and appreciation for food (!). We now know how to raise and train an amazing dog...though he sure made it easy.
I'm so glad Miles was able to spend Christmas with us in our new home. He was so cute sitting by the Christmas tree, waiting for company to arrive, we couldn't resist the photo-op. The red turtleneck slays me.
We met with a Pug breeder the other day and got to play with newborn pups. We'll hopefully
pick one out be picked out by one of them in few weeks when they're ready to leave their mama. I'm so excited, I can hardly wait. Our home just doesn't feel right with a wrinkled furbaby.
Oh...so this is supposed to be a style blog. Some of that comin' up later this week. Pinky promise.