“Hold on there!” the astute among you will say. “Rena Beagle is a girl name. And you have two boy Beagles.”
Yes. And now they have a girl Beagle.
(Or she has them. As I suspect the case will be.)
About six weeks ago, the universe slammed me upside the head. It said, in short, “You are about to lose your Princess Belle Dog.”
(Off I go to tear up quietly for a few moments, because of course it’s still like that…)
Okay, I’m back. And the universe was talking. It then said, “As it happens, I know of a girl dog who needs a home. She is much loved, but things have changed in her home and she can no longer do the working Beagle things she craves.”
The universe then explained, “She is five years old, and she is a wee thing who once came from a shelter. She loves obedience and agility. She is a very good girl. And her dogmom will make arrangements to send her most of the way across the country to you.”
And oh. Her full name is Bellerena, because she’s named in honor of another girl dog named Belle.
AKA, the universe slam.
Obviously, this is not about replacing Belle, because…that’s not possible. Ever. It’s about a gaping hole in the pack, the boys in need of a girl, Connery’s very uncertain future (we carry on, we just don’t know where it’s going), and a girl in need of the chance to work…and a dogmom who loves her girl so much she’ll do what’s necessary to give her that chance.
I haven’t said anything before now, because I have a jinx superstition. Yes, I do–and it’s deep. Comes from years of sitting on contract news until the ink is dry, and an additional stunning series of lessons in not assuming on events until they’re here, or ELSE. But now Rena Beagle has arrived. She came via shuttle, which did a wonderful job, and she arrived in the dusk of last night with just enough time for her first raw food snack and some outdoor time before bed. And I would say that was her big adventure, but I think our big adventure is just starting!
Welcome home, Bellerena CDX OA OAJ!
PS: Also, the the universe further explained, “And don’t worry about when you’ll have time to get this blog written. Because Dart Beagle is still Dart Beagle, and he will be so excited to have his new girl dog that the vibrational sound of it will come wailing out of his throat during the wee hours no matter how hard he tries to be good, and therefore you will have some unplanned extra midnight oil of which you can take advantage.”
So I am.