Too soon, but...

But sometimes you just have to ride the chaos train and see where it takes you.

Five days after losing our beloved Odin, still stunned by grief, processing the violation of a home break in, and trying to impersonate functioning grown ups in our regular life, something fell in our laps.


This fiery bundle of something:

The Fairy Queen thought maybe the best way to work through some sorrow - the kind that sits like an anvil on your shoulders, making you slower and smaller as well as sadder - would be to tackle the wall of blackberries that have grown up between us and our neighbors (not evil neighbor, nice ones who just don't pay attention to their greenery). An hour later she was hot, bleeding, and even more sad.

Phrodaux led her to a garden chair and was patiently listening to the guest list of her pity party when the phone rang: Electric Hipster (his choice of name! really!) calling from L.A. to catch up. While the Fairy Queen listened to his plans to become a business mogul, Phrodaux took a call from his mom, but it might as well have been DESTINY calling.

The same breeder that Odin and his little brother Anubis (aka Nubie) came from.

Last puppy of the litter. Original family had a change of circumstance, couldn't take him after all. The Fairy Queen didn't even finish the phone call with our L.A. pal, just said YES to Phrodaux out of the corner of her mouth. Because sometimes the only thing that makes the despair demons run away is YES. Oddly enough, 16 years ago, Phrodaux got a similar call: They only have one left, a little boy (but we wanted a girl, we've always had girls in his family, but ok).

So, same breeder, same "last little boy." The gods, or maybe a small white god, named after the all father, one who had a son in a movie recently, rhymes with "Sore, god of Lunder," was saying "Get off your sorry asses, you need a small white chaos engine."

It's obviously too soon. We are still in mourning for Odin, who of course can never be replaced. At the same time, puppy energy is highly distracting; in fact it should be bottled and sold at 24-hour dispensaries for sad people.

So here he is, our new boy Marruni (an earthquake god), mostly known as Mo. He is apparently not afraid of anything. Certainly not hoses, or basketballs, or stairs, or grumpy big brothers.

Nubie is thinking this particular anti-sadness plan is not such a great idea.

 

But we think he'll get used to it. He used to be a little brother too.