…we brought home our puppy, Ellie. (Thank you, Paula!)
She was little and cute and very fluffy. She fit inside a box.
Do you remember how much I blogged about her? She was cute but she was very naughty. She chewed up the Netflix return envelopes and my Magnificat magazine; she repeatedly tore the toilet paper from its roll; and she left brown & yellow presents all over the house for me on my birthday.
She did all this and more, as you well know.
And yet, we have no regrets.
A dog is not for everyone but for us, she’s the perfect fit. Ellie is kind and patient and very fun. The kids can’t get enough of her and to tell you the truth, neither can I.
*We will always remember the anniversary of Ellie’s homecoming because it falls on the Feast of the Mighty Archangels. We celebrated last night because it is easier for me to bake on Sunday afternoon than it is on Monday afternoon.
You know what? No one complained.
Have a blessed feast, everyone! We promise we will, too.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,