That’s the text I received from Linda on her way…
Michael (the newly minted son-in-law) had sent a picture of a puppy he was trying to find a home for. I guess it was on Facebook as well. But I don’t do Facebook. I had no warning.
Apparently someone, somewhere along his chain of co-workers or friends or something had thought a new puppy was a good idea, brought it home and was told to get rid of it. I would like to someday meet this person. Anyway, a couple of friends passed her along until Michael ended up with her.
Now I know that Michael has a kind heart, I made sure of that over a year ago, so it really didn’t surprise me that he would take in a puppy. What surprised me was the multi-way text that included Linda and Shelbie with a picture of said puppy.
You see, Linda has been talking about getting a female dog, so I knew the outcome. We were going to go “pet” the puppy.
At the time I didn’t realize that her text was actually a typo. She may have typed “pet the puppy” but her heart meant “Get the puppy”. I am also a smart guy and adore my wife so you know the rest of the story.
Meet “Bella”, Italian for “Beautiful”.
Now I have two girls in my life who’s names mean “Beautiful”!
Milo and Tank are still getting used to their new sister. This is Tank watching over her in a rare moment of zero inertia.
I am going to send Linda a text later today. “Hey Honey, lets go pet the BMW R1200 GS Adventure!!”. How do you think that will go?
Yeah, I thought so.