I'm still not sure how it happened, but somehow or other, I twisted, yanked and pulled at Cesar just so, and now we are dog owners once more. Yeah!! Oh how I have missed Annabelle and Rodrigo in our lives. Little Ira, even though he was only a blind squirrel baby, was the reminder that our house, just wasn't our house, without a pup running around. So, I searched and searched the internet for
dog breeds and info and pics of puppies looking for someone who had our name stamped all over them. One site, after another and another and another, finally led me to our new puppy.
The naming of the dog. My Mom suggested the name
Toulouse and I liked it. I'd been looking for a male and had envisioned calling him Cousteau, so now with a little female on the way, it just didn't seem right and I was at a loss. One night I sat up in bed and thought for sure I'd name her Violet. By morning, I was back to Toulouse with the nickname of Toula. I had hoped that the kids would find Toula easy to say, sounds kinda like Bella. Anyhoo, Master Hugo has forgotten her name already a few times and has been calling her Tulip, which I also like and it does sound rather similar to Toula. So, the next time you drop by the house, feel free to choose which ever name rolls off
your tongue. Toula... or... Tulip. Tulip... or... Toula. Toula, Tulip, Toula, Tulip, Toula, Tulip, now say that out loud, and real fast, 10 times!
And in case you're wondering, Miss Toula is a hybrid of 1/2
English Bulldog and 1/2 French Bulldog, or Frenchie. She is 11 weeks old and weighed 11lbs when she flew in from South Dakota. She is sturdy and bouncy on her feet. Toula loves Cesar more than me, but she may love Marlo most of all. Marlo hugs and hugs her and Toula has already fallen asleep on our mothering Marlo's lap. What a wonder.
P.S. Evie the Cat hates Toula.
