July 22nd, 2016
A few months back, our Richardson clan sadly lost one of our own. Macey was such a gift for 6.5 not-long-enough years and lead me to firmly believe that pets will surely be playing around in heaven with us because… man. She sure knew how to speak to the heart. We miss her always forlorn face every day.
We were so heartbroken after her passing, I couldn’t fathom getting another dog for a very long time. However, Benjamin was old enough to constantly ask about her (“woof woof?”) and Burley and I began to discuss getting him another companion to pal around with.
Fast forward to Father’s Day and I woke up that morning sure of what I needed to do.
“Today… we are getting a dog”
Burley and I have asked each other over the years if a surprise dog would be a welcome surprise. We are also both drawn to droopy ugly faced mugs so choosing a pup that both of us would appreciate isn’t hard to do. All that to say, I wasn’t being absolutely nuts, guys. I knew he would love it.
So I made arrangements and as soon as Burley got home from work, all three of us piled in the car to go pick up our teeny weeny surprise, Tallulah George.
Granted, as an english mastiff, she won’t be teeny weeny for long. In fact, she’s rumored to get up to 200lbs.
So there is that.
It has for sure been an adjustment getting used to having a puppy in the house. She loves to nibble, pounce, pee and basically do anything other than listen. Or stop nibbling.
But man… watching these two play together… it’s out of this world. Benjamin gets a kick out of dragging sheets or towels around the house while Tallulah is hanging on to them for dear life.Â Today, I taught him how to say “no” and point at her like she has done something wrong. T minus 5 minutes ago until I regret that decision (what was I thinking?!).
In short, we are so happy you’re here, Tallulah. Well, almost. I’m sure we’ll get there. Well, i’mÂ pretty sure.
(Cue puppy peeing on beautiful white comforter)