And for that - and with this look - she stole my heart.
Everyone, please meet Millicent. Millie, for short. She came home to Freeman House today, all floppy-eared and puppy dog-eyed and chocolate lab/baby lamb gentle. She had two accidents on the way home and cried softly and wouldn't leave my side. I love her already. We're going to be the best of friends.
It's been almost eight months since Mae died. I still miss her every day. I decided I couldn't get a cat just yet. Still not ready. But a dog? Maybe so. It would give me a buddy, after all... someone to run at the State Park with. Someone to ride around with. Someone to be responsible for again. Someone to care when (if) I came home. I think... in fact I'm sure... that God had us in mind for each other all along.
So it's the two of us here now: me and Millie. As if I don't get into enough on my own, now I have a compadre. A partner in crime. Just think of all the messes we'll make together.
Oh, sweet dog. You have no idea how much you'll be loved....
(P.S. As wonderful as this is, it is NOT the big thing I promised earlier. Just so you know.)