We didn’t tip once! R & I did surprisingly well under pressure/high water on the Mulberry this weekend (mentioned here). Not surprising to most who know him as the picture you see when you look up “patient” in the dictionary. It was a fabulous time had by all and although my suspicion that I am not ready for swimsuit-season was confirmed, I’m so pleased it’s summer.
The whole group at Bucksnort. Note my flame shorts…
Birdie and Wiggs bonding Sunday night when we got back
Found out today via Garance Dore that Diane Kruger is her own stylist/make-up artist/hair-stylist… this only furthers my slight obsession with her and her style choices. She is just STUN.
PS: I have secretly been perusing dog dresses/swimsuits. Ridiculous, I know. But some of them are super fun. If you’re interested…here is the cutest little tutu. Not sure if Birdie needs one but she sure would look cute!
Somehow she got out of the fence today. R & I were freaking but some nice neighbor got her and her Aunt Lauren and Aunt Lindsay rescued the bad little puppy. Here she is with her sister, Georgie.
My baby is home! Hallelujah! I feel like I’ve been through a war in the past week but just look at this face!
Thank you to everyone who was praying for her, for us. Birdie is home and we are nursing her back to health!
I have the sweetest story to share. Last weekend, Robert and I visited with his Aunt & her family for Easter in Memphis. She has two young sons that had a ball playing with Birdie. When they heard she was sick they were so sad. On Friday morning, the vet gave her a last-ditch-effort blood transfusion. By 2pm, Robert had gotten word that the transfusion hadn’t worked and we needed to prepare to put her down. He let his mom know, who called her sister. The boys held hands and prayed out loud for Birdie. By 4:30, everything had changed, the transfusion had worked! Saturday morning she was eating and holding it down, wagging her tail and barking. Sunday we took her home.
Today I’m thankful that God answers prayers.
While it feels fresh and raw, I must say that this isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with a pet’s health problems. I am so thankful my dachshund Wiggles endured and is now thriving after his health problems. But, this illness that has stricken my baby Birdie is my worst enemy right now. I don’t know why I’m constantly hysterical/ravenous for her survival after only knowing her a short time. I think it’s because her life has just begun, she’s just a baby after all.
A week ago she was a bright, affectionate puppy easily combining herself with our little family. Now she’s hanging on by a thread to her brief existence. She’s changed so much throughout the week. She’s lost so much weight. It’s very difficult to see her in an isolated room, huddled in a metal cage, right beside her litter-mate who is vastly improving. The thing is, she hasn’t really gotten worse. How can I give up on her when she hasn’t given up? But is it selfish to continue her pain without much hope of recovery? I guess that’s the question every loving pet owner has to ask themselves.
I’m still hoping I won’t have to ask myself that question today. I’ve been doing a lot of praying and I know my friends and family have too. It’s situations like this that make us realize the very preciousness and fragility of life.
To Birdie:
“Who knows how long I’ve loved you? You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will. Love you forever and forever. Love you with all my heart. Love you whenever we’re together. Love you when we’re apart. And if I ever saw you, I didn’t catch your name, say it loud so I can hear you, make it easy to be near you. Cause the things you do endear you to me, oh you know I will”
“I love all the many charms about you. Above all, I want my arms about you. Don’t be a naughty baby, come to mama, come to mama do. My sweet embraceable you.”
These are two songs Birdie likes me to sing to her, it also makes the other dog in the isolation room fall asleep.
My new baby puppy is sick and I’m sick with worry over her. It’s been one of those days and I just want to crawl in bed and lay there forever.
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If you see this. Please think happy thoughts for my baby Birdie, who is only 10 weeks into life and has already captured my heart.
Hello Gorgeous! 
My bf and I have gotten a puppy together. We’ve wanted to take the dive for quite some time but have never actually come close. I have a bi-polar dachshund and he wanted a great dane, so we were having a hard time compromising. Then it all happened so fast! We met her sister (my bestie – Lo’s sister had adopted her). Robert got an email the next day and we went to visit her, the next day (yesterday) we brought her home!
She’s adorable, I know. Her name is Miss Roberta Roux Bridewell, Bertie for short. She’s just a delicious dessert dog! So precocious and affectionate. I’ve never had a puppy! Wiggles was 2+ years old when I adopted him. I just want to do everything right so she turns into the type of dog you can take anywhere and that everyone wants to be around! I’m so nervous! I bought Puppies for dummies yesterday! I also don’t want my already sour wiener feel left out.
Robert seems confident that we’ll figure everyone out. But, I don’t want to miss that small window where they’re so impressionable and learn with ease (not to nip, not to pee in the house, not to jump, not to beg, tricks). Who knows what will happen? All I know right now is I am in love with this beautiful creature and even more charmed by my beau when I see how sweet he is with her…
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