Dog days...

There was a dog, a very special girl, who died four years ago.
She left the hugest hole in my heart.  

At the time I said to himself not to let me have another dog because I would be constantly comparing.  That wouldn’t be fair.  To be honest until now I haven’t wanted one.  I have kept myself safe by purposefully not having a lot to do with dogs I meet.  That is until now.  Our builder has a Wheaten terrier who at my suggestion comes in after lunch and joins the gang.  He sits by the open door and watches the world wander by.  As he contentedly surveys the scene, I feel my resolve melting.  I have even started making the odd mewing noises about getting another rescue dog.  Trouble is, hubs has only gone and taken my request to heart and is strangely heart hardened about us getting another chum... Buggeration!