It’s a Pup-date!

You may have heard we’re puppy pregnant (see Puppy Party Pooper) but not for much longer! Silonda here with a “pup-date”, get it?

We found a W O N D E R F U L breeder who, truth be told, is pretty far away from us, but hey! We’re road trip people and Saturday is the day a sweet little bundle of fluffy joy is joining our family. Fingers crossed the Polar Vortex/Arctic Blast is over so we can hit the road safely.

fullsizeoutput_2b3eThis sweet little baby is our puppy, Nora Grace, the name her breeder gave her at birth. It’s an absolutely lovely name, but not likely one we will stick with. Isn’t she a doll? I think she is seven or eight weeks old in this photo.

She is a maltipoo, a cross between a Maltese and miniature poodle. Maltipoos are known for being small, smart, friendly, hypoallergenic, and low shedding.

We cannot wait to meet her! Our only daughter is overjoyed that the boy-girl dynamic in our human family of five will be evened out with the addition of another girl. She has always wanted a sister.

You may have noticed our pup is not a black maltipoo like she had hoped for. We decided that the right breeder and the right pup is more important than the precise coloring.

Our daughter is a huge fan of YouTube makeup sensation James Charles, who apparently caters to his audience by calling everyone “sister”. I made the HUGE mistake of suggesting to our daughter that we could “go all James Charles and name the puppy, ‘Sister'”. Her eyes grew big and a giant grin formed on her face, which told me I screwed up big time.

No, no, we are not naming her Sister, nor are we going for Athena, Kiwi, or Smores, her other choices.


Naming a dog is a big deal.

I’m not one to go for conventional names. I like avant garde choices, so Daisy, Gracie, Lucy, and the like won’t do. Besides, I already have a great niece of the human and canine varieties named Lucy so that truly doesn’t seem like a viable choice.

Part of me wanted to shoot for Lola or LuLu but neither of those names go well or roll off the tongue all that easily with our last name of Louie.

I wanted to pick something from my life for this sweet little baby, and after much conversation as a family, I think we have name ready to go. Four out of five of us have bought into it (our daughter being the lone hold-out) but until we see our pup and get to know her, I won’t reveal it. I’m shooting for something easy to say that sounds lovely and is a reflection of my life but not too cutesy.

Have I mentioned that my husband had a basset hound named Monk who lived to be 14? I met Monk and Ryun three years into their relationship. ♥️ Monk was named after Thelonius Monk, a jazz musician, which is appropriate for my husband who is the same.

Monk lived a long and happy life, and honestly was The Best Basset Hound Ever. He lived up to his name: chill, quiet, loving. When he was four or five, we thought he was lonely and got him a brother basset who we named Cannonball, after Cannonball Adderley, my idea.

You can guess what happened. Cannonball lived up to his name, too.

There’s an old adage that children live up to our expectations of them but I’m beginning to think he same is true of pets and the name we give them, which makes choosing THIS name all the more important.

I want little “Nora Grace” to know she is loved and an important part of our family already. We’ll keep you posted shortly after February 2, our puppy’s Gotcha Day.

Stay warm!

 

The First Post of the Year!

danielle-macinnes-222441-unsplashI’ve been blogging a little over a year now, but 2019 makes for the third calendar year I’ve been writing and throwing it all out there for everyone to see. It wasn’t lost on me this go around that the first post of the year is kind of a big deal, ya know? It has the ability to set the tone for the year, you see.

It’s like that scene with Santa at the North Pole in The Polar Express, when he presents the first gift of Christmas.

No pressure or anything. It’s just, you wonder if you should be able to hear the elves cheering at the North Pole here in Ohio when you hit the “publish” button.

Is it a wee bit ironic that this particular blog post is not the first post of the year? I digress….

It’s January 11 and our Christmas decorations are still up. Don’t judge! I suppose I could be removing Christmas ornaments right this very moment but I am choosing instead to write. Priorities, priorities… There is so much to catch you guys up on!

The weeks leading up to Christmas are a big blur and a big ball of stress but somehow I wake up on Christmas Day and everything is right with the world. Sure, we didn’t get to see everyone we wanted to this year, but the day was fun and relaxed.

One of my favorite weeks of the year is that time between Christmas and New Year’s Day.  Like that line from the Chicago song, does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care? It doesn’t matter if I’m working or not, it’s a pretty relaxed week and quiet at work if I do, and there is simply no pressure to do anything if you don’t want to. Talk about blessed.

I wish people weren’t in such a hurry to rip down their decorations that week. I think we should all just hit the snooze button on life and take a lesson from the Danes and embrace hygge (pronounced “hue-gah”).

Hygge is kinda hard to explain, so I’m told. It’s a state of being. I suppose you can describe it by saying it’s the cozy feeling of contentment that overcomes you when you just hang out at home in PJs and fuzzy slippers, feed the fireplace, drink hot cocoa, snuggle, and be happy. I even got a book about hygge this Christmas. Can’t wait to crack it open this winter and enjoy. Hygge is my favorite state of being. I inherently knew what hygge was before I knew there was a word for it.

Perhaps if I got a tattoo, it should say “hygge me” inside of a heart. I might be onto something there…


We sent our Christmas cards to family and friends but this year, I took the unprecedented step of writing a letter to go along with it. Let that sink in for a moment: I love to write but I never did that before. Isn’t that funny?

It was pretty well received. A few people contacted me to say they enjoyed it. What they didn’t know is that I wrote it off the top of my head and the original version was six – count them, SIX – pages long! It hit me that 1) no one wants to read six pages about the five of us, and 2) that gets a little costly for the number of cards we mail, so I was forced to play editor and whittle it down to just two pages.

Do you know how hard that is? I mean, I had YEARS worth of news to catch people up on, people I don’t get to see very often if at all.


I’ve had a lot of thoughts and content bubbling up inside for the last few weeks but I just couldn’t find the time to get it written down. Instead, I’ve been on the prowl for a puppy.

Yes, a puppy. Our oldest seems to be allergic to big dogs, so this makes the effort a little challenging. We would love to welcome a pet into our lives but we’re all allergic to cats. It’s been over five years since our angel of a basset hound, Monk, passed away. I’ve been researching breeds and we think we are ready to move forward with a Maltipoo, a low-shedding, hypo-allergenic cross between a poodle and Maltese. Part of me is a little anxious about having to train a puppy but “designer dog” rescues are hard to come by although not impossible. We may have found a rescue, actually. We need to do more research on that but at least we’re aware of one.

<<< Isn’t this little guy cute? Be still my heart. I want to hygge him.

But these last three or four weeks? I’m exhausted. It occurred to me today that I am “puppy pregnant”, which is not to say I’m actually pregnant. Oh, no…. Mama Louie’s uterus is closed for business, shall we say! 😳

But seriously, I’m scanning puppy sites in my every spare moments. I’m scrolling through endless dog names. I notice everyone who already has a dog. I’m wondering if the dog we get will look like my husband and the kids (dark-haired) or more like me (returning to the blond of my toddler years)? I’m starting to buy things to nest. The kids can not wait to add to the family. Our youngest is looking forward to no longer being the youngest. 🤣

Did I mention I’m tired, oh so very tired? This past Monday wasn’t even my first day back at work but midway through an afternoon meeting I wanted to grab a pillow, curl up in a ball, and nap.

Will it be a boy or a girl? Will it be a colicky baby or sweet? Will it come “late” or “early”? We’re not even sure when we’re “due”.

Puppy pregnant is a real thing.

I need a nap.

Photo by Danielle MacInnes on Unsplash