Somewhere out of nowhere, I stumbled on a local pet adoption website in our area, and began following them on Facebook. No alterior motive, I promise. But, with a few weeks a certain black and tan cocker spaniel caught my eye. I had to broach the subject with Martin very carefully, as I knew he was less than enthused about the idea of bringing a smelly, hairy creature into our home.
But after a few visits to local pet adoption Saturdays (to warm Martin and Peyton up to the idea), I invited Queenie, the darling cocker, over to our house for a meet-and-greet.
Peyton has been notoriously terrified of dogs since she was little. She demands that we pick her up every time we go to my mom's house so Gracie doesn't jump on her. And she usually cries whenever a bigger dog comes near or barks. So convincing her was actually going to be the bigger challenge. But, when she met Queenie - a relatively calm, small dog six years of age, I knew she had found her best friend.
The first meeting was a success, and we set up an overnight "trial run." As my mother put it "trial run my foot." And she was right. We knew instantly that Queenie was the newest member of our family, and she moved in immediately.
Peyton is loving having the dog around - and Queenie has definitely become a huge fan - and protector - of Peyton. Peyton has even taken to drawing pictures of her new buddy at school.
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