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way behind

i am way behind the eight ball lately. so much has been going on, and i've posted not a lick of it.

on wednesday night, we came to the very difficult, very sad realization that my husband was devastatingly allergic to bella. to the point where he was having asthma attacks and pretty constant inability to breathe. we knew we would not be able to keep this sweet doggie.

giving up a dog goes counter to everything about us. gunter was a family member, our first child! we were so excited to have such a sweet new pup in our lives. the last thing we ever thought we would be doing would be sending her away. we called her original owners, but they had "torn the fence down" and couldn't take her back.

so we put the word out in our networks, including some very wonderful friends who have relationships with several of the rescue agencies here in baton rouge. miraculously, within 24 hours, my cousin ben referred a coworker of his to us, and on thursday evening brian and his family came to meet bella and ultimately to take her home with them. they will be a wonderful forever home for bella.

talk about a rollercoaster.

so now we are slowly sticking our toes back into the water to find another pup. we'll have to spend more one-on-one time with any prospective puppies before they come home with us, to see if there are allergy issues. but we will find the right dog, and we've come to terms with the fact that we helped get bella from a less than ideal situation - outdoors 24/7, not a member of a family - to a home with two kids and a dad that wants to train her to hunt.

it's time for this mama to go to bed ... john had a non-sleeping night last night (his first in weeks) and work is crazy, so it's time to catch some zz's and hope tuesday doesn't have a case of the mondays :) night, all.

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