Bogart

This month, one year ago, I got my baby Bogart.  If anyone else has that TimeHop app then you know it can be both a blessing and a curse.   Everyday I see photos of my sweet Boogie and realize just how hard it still is.  I want to print out photos of him and put them up, but I still can't.  Every time I see his sweet, sweet face I can't help but tear up remembering the bond he and I shared and the love I had for this sweet baby pup.  I think it is harder yet that school is so stressful and when school was stressful he was always the one to sit with me while I studied and would relax me.


I miss him.


The other day Ryan asked me if I was ever going to get another dog.  Part of me wants to, but part of me feel like the process is going to be too hard.  That I don't know what I would get.  I am waiting and praying and hoping that IF (B I G IF) I'm to have a new pup, then God will open a door and show me.   In the interim, I still talk to my boogie's little box of ashes.  And still love his sweet toy story blanket that he chewed a bunch of holes in.  And I still look at my photos of his beautiful face and remember that he was such a blessing.  I needed him and he needed me.   Does this feeling ever go away?

Over the freeways and through the traffic, to Grandmother's house we go...

Today I took Bogart on his first car trip with me, and I learned just what a terrible driver I am.

Let's preface this with the fact that I drive a manual car.  For those of you who do not know what this is, it means I have to actually shift my own car gears... which means sometimes the ride is less than smooth.

Bogart, being the little curious bug he is, has yet to grasp the concept of sitting down quietly in a seat.  He decided that he had to a half stand/sit/levatate on the incredibly small center console while I drove.  He managed to do this odd move pretty well but every time I hit a bump, shifted, stopped, slowed down in standard SoCal traffic, he realized how shaking his footing was on the teeny tiny center console and flailed around like a fish out of water.  

One would assume after the first time I stopped and he flailed he would learn, but no.  I even broke my cardinal rule and let him sit in the front seat, thinking maybe this would help, NOPE.  He then proceeded to sit backwards on the center console.

Guess this means I'm pulling out the doggie puppy seat that someone gave me forever ago in an attempt to keep the pup from flailing like a total goober.

perched like a bird on the console

Yes, he did sit like this for a good 10 mins.  Check out that tush!