I always feel like I have to have something monumental to talk about to make a post. Hence, nothing for months. But sometimes maybe it’s just about saying, “Hey, here’s a thing in my life, and isn’t it adorable?”

So as many of you may know we lost our young pug Oliver to PDE at Christmas last year. We were devastated, and it was hard to imagine getting a new dog. But 9 months later we decided we were ready, and on my birthday we found our wee match. At just two weeks old we fell in love with a little brindle pug puppy.

Fast forward to 6 weeks later and on Halloween weekend we picked up our little tater tot – Matilda, otherwise known as Tilly.

So, yeah. It’s been a couple weeks of learning again how to live with a tiny puppy. She’s either on…

or she’s completely off…

So life is still stressful. And I’m still struggling with my depression and anxiety. But there’s a fuzzy little face serving as a decent distraction most of the time. ❤️