But since I couldn't stand the void left when Mandy departed this life, and Cliff was insisting we go to the pound and look over the dogs....
Yes, I know it's too soon, but I need a companion here when Cliff's at work.
We were looking for a puppy. There were several of them there, including some really sweet border collie pups. Any of them would have made a fine, lovely pet.
But there was this one (mostly) Manchester Terrier, one year old, that acted like she wanted to come home with me. I'd look at the puppies, then I'd go back to her. One of the volunteers took her out of her cage, and we went to a "quiet room" to see what she was like.
She didn't jump on us. She responded to our petting by leaning against our legs. She acted totally like a lady. The folks at Wayside Waifs said she came to them as a stray, but this little lady has been in a house before; you can just tell by her actions. The only thing I'm going to have to teach her is to respond to a leash, and she's already coming along with that. She handled the long ride from Grandview to my town like a pro.
She is absolutely nothing like Mandy except for her coloring. Different body type, different size (exactly half Mandy's weight), and different personality. That's a good thing, I believe. She may end up being more of a house dog than Mandy was, since she seems perfectly content to lay on a rug in the kitchen.
My heart is still heavy, and will be for awhile. Sadie is not another Mandy, but I do believe she was meant to be ours.
There'll be pictures tomorrow, probably. I took some today, but because of her coloring, the pictures made her look more like Mandy than she really does.
Oh, and Buddy and she appear to approve of one another.