It all started with Sir Wesley John.
When Rose Dog died, we swore no. more. dogs.
But who can say no to a grand girl’s sad face? Only her mother.
So the mission to make Grace happy fell to us, and thus began the hunt for a hypoallergenic, nonshedding, cuddle critter.
Enter Happy Havanese.
We should have gotten another allergic-allergenic, fully-shedding, gas-producing Labrador Retriever. But home we came with the biggest pick of the pups, and any misgivings melted when the grand girl first held him.
A couple weeks later, as I watched Wesley chase an empty water bottle across the kitchen floor, I spoke the fateful words. “I wonder if he’d like a friend to play with.”
Jump over to the Jumping Tandem: The Retreat blog for the rest of this story. You know you want to. I’ll wait for you…
And while you’re there, look around. Maybe you’ll join us in May?
In the stillness,
Joining Holley and Jennifer