For the last several weeks, I have been claiming the insanity defense on why we have a new puppy.
After the devastating loss of our sweet girl, I could not face the empty house. There was no furry one to excitedly greet me at the door; no little tippy-tap of feet on the hard floors; no fuzzy TV buddy who doesn’t complain about what I like to watch.
I know it was only two days but hey, we’re working on the insanity thing, remember?
Then came little Ringo (The Dingo) Rock Star Spencer.