Look at that sweet face.
And, more specifically, those cheeks.
We are ecstatic to have this little love join our family. We had no plans to add a canine to our crew anytime soon, even though we lost our sweet Seamus last fall… but God has a wonderful way of surprising us.
In October, Victoria moved into her own place. And while we’ve missed her terribly, our littlest Boston, Violet, has missed her even more.
Seems that, despite the fact that we got her for my birthday, she really kinda considers herself to be Victoria’s baby.
For months we were all okay with this arrangement – her staying here – because Violet would not be happy in an apartment by herself all day (not happy at all). Also, there are always more than a few of us more than happy to tote, pet and love on her all the live-long day.
But Victoria’s job allows dogs to come in with their employees. Nay, they encourage dogs to come in and, as you might imagine, Violet was almost as well-loved at work as she is at home.
After a few weekend stays in which Violet became more and more acclimated to the new digs, it just seemed obvious… there was no reason they should not be reunited.
Which made me happy. And sad.
And not just sad for me, but for our Noah as well.
So we set out to find him another companion in the only place we knew to look… with Noah and Violet’s first owner, Sherry.
While she did not have a dog of her own in need of a family, she did know of one…
One who had been bred to be a show dog but who was really uninterested in showing…
who was nervous about new places and new things, but underneath was just a big softie.
And who was related to both the Bostons we already know and love.
Just like Noah and Violet, he was located near Dallas, a full day’s drive from us. But as we were working out all the details with the owner, Chris’ parents contacted us, was it okay for them came to visit us for spring break? All the way from, you might have guessed it, Texas.
And so, less than a month after first discussing Violet going to live with Victoria permanently, and just a week after her actually leaving, we have this little chubby-cheeked cutie in our arms.
He is 16 months old and 16 pounds, sort of in between Noah (nicknamed the chubbiest Boston) at 30 pounds and Violet, at 11 pounds. And I think he’s carrying a good bit of that weight in those sweet cheeks.
Which is a good thing because there are a whole bunch of us wanting to deposit some smooches on those babies. And stat.
Welcome home, little man. We’re so glad you’re ours.