Lacey Bernice - our Bernese

It has been crazy around here lately!

But good crazy.

Warm, furry, adorable crazy.

I'll show you why... or rather who:

  Introducing 14 week old Lacey Bernice.

My family doesn't know I've given her the middle name Bernice.  (Bernice because she's a Bernese - just plain old common sense right?)

I so wanted it to be her first name - with her nickname being Neecee - but I was out voted.

I think because Hubby called her "Bernie".

He did me in intentionally.

If you read this blog then you know we lost both our golden retriever, Memphis-Belle, and our old english sheepdog, Dunnigan MacDoogle, earlier this year.

They were both 10 years old and died within months of each other - so this house has been very empty.

I tried to compensate by introducing Milo.

Milo was still feeling sad, so I brought him a friend in Otis.

Cats are amazing - don't get me wrong - but they aren't dogs.

I whined, I begged, I cajoled.

The girls whined, they begged, they cajoled.

We went to a dog show, we visited shelters, we surfed rescue sites, we contacted breeders.

Finally, last weekend Hubby caved!

I gave everyone photos of my favourite three breeds:

Old English Sheepdog

Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier

Bernese Mountain Dog

You'll never guess who won?
Who can blame them though, look at this;

Thank you Charlene and Mark!

Our hearts are on the mend thanks to your beautiful baby!  

Back to sleepless nights and poop everywhere....
but oh so worth it! 

Have a great one!