So he was always going to be hard to replace. His are big shoes paws to fill.
Meet Chance, the littlest gentleman to bounce into my heart.
Chance deserved a second chance at life and my heart deserves a second chance at true love. So in all the ways, we both rescued one another - just as it should be.
It's hard to welcome a new dog into your life. Or at least it is for me. But I thought what better time when I'm developing a brand new routine, when I'm surrounded by community and still fighting a feeling of loneliness from time to time, and when I've had some space to grieve.
Chance is just under 13 lbs and will get to indulge in lots of yummy food and treats as he works his way up to a more healthy weight of 15 or 16 lbs.
Chance bounces around all the time and he's likely a Boston Terrier, so my mom has nicknamed him Bean.
He needs a little extra time and love as he learns grass is WAY preferred to rugs and hardwood. And we're keeping him nice and warm with doggie hoodie's while his hair grows back, having needed a total shave due to mistreatment and neglect.
But he sleeps through the night, tucked safely into his crate (inside the most quiet apartment I've ever lived in which has nothing to do with this pawsome introduction but I needed to mention it because it's bringing me insane joy) and he makes me happy every time I get to scoop him into my arms.
He has the sweetest eyes and his disposition will melt your heart.
We are each other's second chance in every sense of the word.
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