You may remember last October I had to have my 15-1/2 year old Bichon Frise, Susan, put to sleep. For the next five or six months it seemed I just went through the motions of living. The holidays were especially difficult. Being in a wheelchair full-time and living alone, my life was extremely depressing. Think that was the toughest time of my life so far, even worse than being diagnosed with MS.

By the end of the six months, I knew I wanted another dog, so started "spreading the word" through friends, vet, groomers, etc. My prayers were answered in May when a previous groomer, Zoomin Groomin that comes to the house with a self-contained grooming salon in her truck, heard of some people looking for a home for their two year old Bichon. A new baby in the house had brought out some jealousy issues! Plus they were GIVING her away!!

So.......Tasha is now part of my life and even though she has alot of that puppy energy left, my house feels like home again. We're working on some "manners" that she wasn't taught and trying to finish up the housebreaking. I basically have to train myself to take her out regularly. Have a ramp to get outside in my powerchair.

She's smaller than Susan who was about 20 lbs. Tasha is 11 lbs. Now that she was "shaved" except for her ears and plumey tail, she really seems small and everyone loves her. It's great when my grandkids come around to play with her -- as my groomer said, "A tired dog is a good dog"! I'm a believer!!! Think she may have some Maltese mixed in there somewhere since her hair isn't real curly like a Bichons, more wavy. At least she doesn't look like Susan, and enough time has passed so I'm not comparing the two.

Hopefully Tasha and I will live to around the same age since I don't think I could go through that horrible time again. She's the best therapy I could imagine!!

Hugs and puppy kisses to all........
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