My Secret

Introducing...

Henry Franklin Longfellow

Yes, I've had a secret. I posted about this little fellow and how I'd thought about going to get him.

But I didn't tell you that I ended up doing just that....going and getting him, a week ago last Wednesday.

Caution - this is a Puppy Heavy Photo post....he he...

The night before New Year's Eve...I just had a feeling that I should look on Petfinder; that the boy 

that needed me was waiting there for me.

So I looked and there this little guy was.

I sent in an application and email and went to bed.

I was very apprehensive about taking on another.

But I just felt like I wasn't moving forward in my life...I was still mourning Newman, so.

That next morning...Violet woke with her back bothering her and I thought...no...it is not meant to be.

I need to focus on Violet.

But Violet was better the next day.

I actually think she gets cricks in her neck. The vet does too rather than actual back problem.

Debbie, the lady who had found little Franklin (or Tex as she called him) had written me 

and said she'd love for me to meet him

and that he was very very sweet and snuggly and only 10 months old.

If I did not want him he was going on a transport van to Colorado to go into rescue up there that coming weekend.

I couldn't bare the thought of this little one being scared on a van with other dogs after all he'd been through.

Debbie had found him running down a busy road in Yukon, Oklahoma.

They both almost got run over when she tried to save him.

He still smelled of a lady's perfume and his feet were soft. 

He had not been out long.

Debbie tried to find his owner and no one came forward.

So he got fixed and shots and Debbie took him home to add to her Boston Terrier Rescue.

She'd posted him on Petfinder and that is where I found him.

I decided to meet Debbie at a local Petsmart to see if I liked him.

Well, I saw him two seconds and knew he was the one. 

He snuggled right up against my neck.

Although he kept looking at Debbie...like "I'm not sure...don't leave me".

An hour later, little Henry Franklin Longfellow was home with me and within about another 

hour...I think he'd just about totally forgotten his previous life.

Sally and Violet were absolutely fine with the new addition.

But Harvey who was a big reason why I had gotten him...did not like this one bit.

Harvey always likes any dog that comes by to visit especially puppies.

He'd struggled so much after Newman's death and was finally doing much better but he had no one to play with.

I thought Franklin would be the perfect answer to the problem.

Being that he is 10 months old...he's not too rambunctious.

But Harvey wanted none of it.

He would not look at me or wag his tail for days.

When it came time for Harvey to go to bed; I had to force him to get in his usual spot.

He was clearly upset.

This broke my heart.

But as of a couple of days ago...Harvey is wagging his tail again.

He seems interested in the little guy...but still not thrilled that he is here.

He has snapped at Franklin several times.

Never making contact but Franklin got the message and switched his playing advances to Sally.

Sally is constantly running from him but Franklin thinks she is playing.

Sally has been very very tolerant. 

She was the one I was a little worried about and turns out she is very good with him.

I think Harvey is just still missing Newman and does not want another to take his place.

I totally understand.

I think in time they will become great friends.

It seems like Franklin has been with me his entire life. 

He follows me everywhere and learned his name in like five minutes.

Even one night when I was crying about Shelly...he came and jumped in my lap to see what was wrong.

Very attentive for a young dog.

Isn't that a cute freckled face?

His hair is as soft as a bunny. Just unbelievably soft.

His hair will grow a lot more in the year to come.

That is how long Violet's hair was when she was one year old. 

He will be a beautiful boy.

He already is a beautiful boy.

He came in the house and ran right up the ramp into the bed.

So he must have had one at his previous home.

I feel so bad for whoever lost him.

I'm sure they have cried and cried over him.

I really had to work to get these photos of him...he wanted to jump all over the bed and play.

But if I whistled at him...he'd stop and look at me.

I didn't know that Sally was in the bed...and he was pouncing all over her! She eventually came out.

And joined the photo shoot...but she was not at her best. 

Her ears weren't even fixed!

It was cloudy out...so I didn't get quite as clear of pictures as I would have liked.

But you'll be seeing lots of him, here in the future.

Nothing heals wounds like a new puppy.

The night I got him I felt so much better about everything.

Like...finally I was moving forward in my life and not still mourning the losses of the last six months.

I knew all my readers would be excited to see my new family addition.

Amy of Maison Decor even sent me money to help pay for him.

She's a great friend and had been encouraging me to get a puppy for several months.

He truly is a blog dog now. 

His adoption fee was only $100 and he'd had his shots and had been neutered.

He's already housebroken.

This could not have worked out any better.

Well, I wish Harvey was happier about it.

But I think he will get there.

See how long he is...and how pretty his coloring is?

He is really a dear. He loves to be held and he loves to be kissed on the cheek.

Something Newman adored. 

He really seems meant to be.

Like something told me to look on Petfinder that night and there he was.

This is a terrible photo...taken in very low light.

But they were all sleeping together on the dog bed at my feet under the desk as I wrote this post.

Yes, I'd say it is going very very well.

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