A Wish Come Seriously True...

So the way that this fabulous dream come true came about is not the greatest story in the world. It actually scared me to death and kept me from sleeping much at all last Tuesday night. Well, this story and the story of my little Chels Lyn in the ER combined (I knew Chels would be okay when I went home after the ER, but I was still nervous that I wasn't going to be next to her just in case).

Anyway, this is the lovely lady Kells. She is technically an Irish Wolfhound. She weighs about 120 lbs, but is so thin and elegant. The mails can hit up to 200 lbs. I remember the first time I met a Wolfhound and I was honestly scared to death. I thought that he (I met him at Cottonwood Animal Hospital, can't remember his name at the moment) was one of the ugliest things I'd ever seen. But then, I spent some time with him, and absolutely fell in love with his eccentric beauty.

A few years later, I found out that my mom's neighbors had just gotten an Irish Wolfhound puppy. And thus Kells came into my life. I go and see her when I am up at my mom's for dinner every other Sunday. Her sweet family has been so kind to let me indulge my dog-emptiness and invade their home once or twice a month. On with the story, Kells had a serious surgery last week, and almost died. I was so worried (thus the little sleep part 1). But she came through surgery well, and is now back to (well almost) her old self.
Her family had a family reunion planned, so I offered to watch her so they could still go. Little did they know it was for highly selfish reasons. I have had so much fun just being with her. She has the sweetest heart! I am completely in love with this girly!