Nolan

Nolan, our Bichon Frise pup-named after baseball legend Nolan Ryan, has arrived and has managed to wiggle his way into all of our hearts within moments of his arrival.  The breeder, who keeps all her dogs in a spotless home with the utmost of tender loving care also raised him on a schedule that matches ours so we have had a seamless transition from her home to ours.  He does wake at 2 am for a pee break but that is to be expected from a small puppy with a small bladder.  So far we have only had one tiny pee potty accident inside and it was our fault for not getting him out soon enough.  He knows to sit at the back door to go out and Andrew has taught him to sit and shake already.  He looks just like Daisy and I am sure that she is smiling down from heaven on us with approval.  For anyone that thinks that all Bichons look alike as puppies I’m here to tell you that they don’t. We are so sad that our Daisy is gone but so happy that Nolan has joined our family and restored some joy to our household. We look forward to many years of fun and adventures with him.  When we got Daisy, Elisha was 8 years old: in May she is graduating from college.  The years in between have suddenly become a blur; change and loss are an inevitable and difficult part of life. So thankful that we have been blessed in countless ways that have given us the strength to rise to these occasions.

“The south moves north, the north moves south- a star is born and a star burns out. The only thing that stays the same is everything changes, everything changes.”

Tracy Lawrence Time Marches On