Last week, somewhat prompted by our best friends' "adoption" of a stray pit bull (I know how risky that sounds, and is, but they definitely lucked out with Flower -- he's been vetted now, and is in recovery for heartworms, and so far his temperament is amazing), we adopted what we believe is either a Newf mix or a Great Pyr mix -- most likely Pyr, since they are quite common in the south (used as LSGs). He came from a rural rescue called Coffee County Humane Society, where he had been in a foster home with his siblings.
We've been wanting a dog ever since we had to rehome our beloved Gizmo due to renting restrictions (we still get to see him every now and then, as we know the family). While in a perfect world I would love to have Gizmo back, his new family loves him and they really helped us out by providing him a wonderful home, we'd never ask that of them. Now that we've gotten out of the hellhole (full of black widows and wasps -- it was really worth rehoming a great dog for, huh? :/) in a house of our own with a huge back yard and great neighbors which we don't plan to leave anytime soon (probably not until we're ready to purchase our own home), I think we felt ready to bring home Bierce:
Here's an outfit post from a couple of days back ... everything thrifted, as usual. Don't mind the frowny face, it was just a no good kind of day. The weather has been crap, my moods have had all the charm of dog farts, and... well, sorry for the mean face.
Hope everyone out there is someplace sunnier than here!