This is our new baby.  She is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and a red head!  We spent the day in Fort Collins yesterday picking her out.  She is sweet, quiet, cuddly and beautiful!

We are so excited and can’t wait to go pick her up as soon as she is ready to leave her mama.

The naming process has began. C likes Blaze, but she seems too laid back to fit that right now.  Hubby likes Willlow, his favorite redhead from the show Buffy.  Beauty likes Scarlett.  I  think Willow might fit for her, but we will see after she spends a few days here.

Some how in the excitement we missed pictures of Hubby, although there is a rare picture with me in it

Notice Beauty’s front tooth hanging there?  It’s driving us crazy but she wont let us touch it….

Here are the pictures the sweet breeder took.  She and her husband were so kind and patient with the kids.

I am crying as I type.  My tears falling on the keys.

This week we have said goodbye to part of our family.

We got her from a trailer park when she was a puppy and my hubby and I were in college.  I was 19 and picked her out of a refrigerator box full of 11 puppies. She was the most outgoing in the bunch and a pure black fluffy fur ball. My hubby named her after a beer –Blackened Voodoo.  Funny name for a girl people always thought, but she was a funny dog.

She lived in the chaos of a fraternity house and at 50 pounds climbed on the back of the sofa in the front room where she sat perched like a overgrown cat. She would follow me into my sorority house and up into my room with all the girls.

Voodoo loved to swim and fetch sticks from lakes. The three of us rode packed in together on the bench seat of my hubby’s old pick up. Her paws and head resting on my lap.

She moved with us into our parents houses after school, our first apartment together, our townhouse we lived in when we got married and finally to our home now.

Voodoo watched over our kids when they came home from the hospital sleeping at the foot of their crib or cradle like a nanny.  She let C ride her and learn how to stand by holding on to her.  She let  Beauty dress her in necklaces and put bows and clips in her fur.  While she was still able to make it up the stairs she slept in C’s room and we often found him huddled up on the floor with her instead of in his own bed.

My heart is aching..I miss her and hate to have had to let her go.  She made it 16 years, my first child and my friend.