I went into this whole dog adoption thing a second time figuring we would never find a dog as good as Blue, and that I wouldn't love another dog the same way, but that was ok. We would still end up saving the life of a (possibly) perfectly lovely dog.
Enter Bella (the labby formerly known as Jasmine). She is not Blue, but she is one good dog. She used to run wild with a pack of dogs in Tennessee. She was emaciated and preggers when her foster mama found her. That was six months ago. Her pups have been adopted, and she's healthy now, but it looks like Bella will never have her pre-pregnancy figure again, so that makes two of us.
She's a quiet girl, rarely barks, and mostly enjoys her meals and sleeping on the floor next to us. We walk her twice a day, and after her walk we take her for a dip in the lake. Back out of the water she gets really excited, shakes, prances around, and does this horsey thing with her head and front paws-- sort of a rearing. I can't explain that move, so you'll have to see it for yourself.
And do we love her? Of course. I especially love when she nuzzles my nose.
After much negotiation we decided to name her Bella (R said a two-syllable name sounded best), and I've started calling her Bella Blue Sky. It just seemed to fit.