Growing up my family had a dog. She was a black Maltese Poodle named Shado. She was the best dog you could have ever asked for. After 17 fantastic years on God's green Earth we had to put her down. That was extremely hard for me to do. I still miss her a lot and decided one day I would like to get another Maltese Poodle, Though it would have to be white, since it would be too hard and/or weird to have another black one that looked like Shado.
My sister, Britney, had been planning on getting a puppy the second she got a house and has been on the pup hunt. She found a litter of pure white Maltese Poodles that are so adorable that it's physically painful. Britney put one on hold immediately and I sent a picture to Jordan with zero hope that he would want another dog. We talked about it and talked about it, but in the end it was the pic that won him over. Like I said; so adorable that it's painful. So I put one on hold.
The next day Jordan changed his mind and I was having second thoughts. We were nervous about how the new pup would mix with our other dog, and our two cats. I drove with Britney and her hubby Ross to pick up their puppy, but, once I actually saw the puppies face to face I knew that it was mine. I sent the pic of me and the pup to Jordan (he was at work) and he was excited and said let's get it! Frankly, I was relieved 'cause I already did and was on my way home.
Technically Britney doesn't have her house yet, she moves in prob a week or so, so until then I'm babysitting her puppy. Which is nice for the pups 'cause they are brothers, and enjoy being together. They love to play fight. And they fight rough. I fear one will kill the other eventually, but such is life.
Britney named hers Havoc, which is quite fitting, 'cause he likes to wreak it. We tried on several million names, and none seemed to work. I've never had such a hard time finding the right name for an animal before. With my other pets they practically named themselves and sent it to me through osmosis. This little creature left it up to me entirely.
In the end I love the name we settled with. Meet Brighton:
He sure loves to sleep on his back, bless his soul.
And here he is with his brother:
As for Bella; The first night was really rough for her, she was such a nervous wreck that she started foaming at the mouth. It made me cry. At that point I had resigned that we were going to have to find Brighton a new home. But the next day she was much better, albeit still nervous. She was increasingly better and by Monday night she was playing with them and found a boyfriend in Havoc, although he is too young to know what kind of lovin' she was wanting from him.
