Like salve on a wound, Liza has come into our lives to fill the dog-shaped hole Trixie's murder has left.

Oh man, we still miss Trixie, and I'm sure we will for a very long time, but our attention and focus is now directed on our brand-new boo! She's a rescue dog (again), but NOT crazy like Trixie was crazy, and she has 2 failed adoptions behind her, both of which failed due to other pets already in the households (one had a cat she couldn't get along with, and the other family's mom had a Yorkie lapdog that she constantly carried around, and Liza couldn't deal), and we've already taken her to PetCo and what bliss it was to walk the dog with pride and no fear amongst other dogs! Oh, the compliments we got! She's very affectionate (kisses! lots!), playful (LIVES to play tug-of-war, and I see myself having toned arms very soon), and housebroken and well-behaved in general.

And she's soooooo beautiful.

( Look! )

It's kind of a schizo feeling, the edge a tragedy puts your whole life onto---while you enjoy something that mitigates that tragedy and takes the edge off...we can only wait for time to do its healing work, which it always, always, always does.

I think we're so lucky to have found this gorgeous baby who needed us as much as we needed her.


( Have another look... )

My thanks to EVERYBODY who supported me through this time, both on LJ and off. I love you all.