This is Rosie Cotton.
I know. But she grows on you.
For some months now I’ve been thinking about getting a dog. Longtime friends and family know that in early 2014 we lost an absolutely amazing member of our family, Sydney the Wondermutt. And while nothing could ever replace such a great companion, that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for a new furry friend.
The day after my birthday, as it happens, I caught wind of just such a possible pup:
Actually, she’s not a pup at all, but a rescue situation: an adult French bulldog who’d spent her life as a breeder for a puppy mill. She was battered and beaten, mostly blind, unable to climb a step because she was so weak … and crushingly desperate for affection.
I named her Rosie Cotton. And Lo! She is my muse!
Awwww!
We took in an older girl (spaniel) who had been in a puppy mill. So happy to no longer be in a cage but allowed to run and dig and sleep on the couch and just be a dog. We lost her a couple months go. Still not quite ready for another, but probably after new year.
That’s Rosie. “You mean I gets to sleep next to you?!?” It’s utterly sweet, though it speaks to the deplorable conditions she was kept in.
Sweetness!
Congratulations on the acquisition of your new canine companion. I have a feeling that you will get as much from the relationship as she clearly is getting. 🙂
Oh how sweet! You are not only doing a great thing but getting a great friend as well!
Thanks, Claire! She’s indeed quite sweet. 🙂
Talk about personality, she has got it and then some. As you say cute in her own (unique) way. Years of fun and affection are in your, the kids, and Rosie’s future.