Stolen Love

       
         So, as you all know, my family has recently brought a new edition into our home, a puppy.  Now, for awhile, we had no idea what to name her because we like to name our pets after their personality.  So little miss no-name was taking over our lives with her cute self until one day when I was making a rosette letter for myself and my son saw the pretty pink rosettes and looked at me and said "Rose".  I said, "Yes, honey, little roses for the letter".  He shook his head no and said "The puppies name is Rose".  Yes, I fell instantly in love with that name and it's just perfect for her.  She's beautiful like a rose, but be careful, she'll prick you with her teeth ha!

Here's the rosette covered letter I was making (not finished)

         A few days before that, we actually found out that Roses' sister, Tinkerbell lives next door.  It was odd, because my cousin said he found her in a ditch and now all of a sudden, there's a sister next door?  It just didn't make any sense but we thought maybe he had found another one of the puppies and gave it a home, like he did for Rose.  Of course we couldn't ask him because of an issue we had and they moved out.  Later on that week, one of my cousins friends came over asking if we had a puppy and I told him we did and he let us know that it was his and had actually been stolen from his yard.
         Yeah, my heart sank.  Not only for the boy, but for my son, my family, for Rose.  To be honest, I didn't want to give her up.  We love her, she's part of our family now.  But the boy was generous enough to let us keep Rose and let our neighbors keep Tinkerbell.  He told us that it was because he knew us and he knew we would take very good care of her.  Which we do, She's spoiled ROTTEN!

Here's a picture of Tinkerbell (left) and Rose (right)