Back in September our sweet pom Ellie got sick. She was diagnosed with cancer. A rare type for a pom and very hard to fight.

She fought and we fought, but we were not able to save her. Her passing left a huge hole in our hearts. We checked into doing a rescue but there was not to many available in our area. So we finally decided to look at a puppy.

 I called on many but none of the owners seemed like the type we wanted to get a puppy from, until one day just before Christmas. I called on an ad that was in a small paper in Northern Montana. The way she described the parents and then the pups I knew we needed to go have a look.

It was a 3hr drive one way and the weather was not the best. My husband and daughter kept asking if I was sure I wanted to do it. I was and we finally made it. We walked in and I knew I was in trouble. I was only going to take home one and I had firmly told myself I was looking for another princess. While the little female was a sweet and loving little girl, I soon realized we were going to have a little boy. The runt stole my heart. Feisty and full of energy, we took home Dudley.

Dudley is a pistol. He will never and was not gotten to take the place of Ellie; but it was hoped that he would help our hearts heal a little. And he has done that.