Tonight I'm bringing Ozzie home to stay over for the night. Last night while trying to fall asleep, I couldn't not think about Georgie. 
It was 8 months ago yesterday that I lost my princess. 8 months! While trying not to cry my eyes out, I realized it still hurts like I lost her yesterday. (woo hoo, now I'm crying at work)
Two weeks after she died, I found SAINTS. What I found out there gave me alot of peace and comfort and has since filled my life with amazing and wonderful animals (and people). I couldn't imagine what I'd be like if I had never found SAINTS, Carol and everyone else out there.
A friend on mine recently lost her beloved dog, all I want to do is bring her out to SAINTS and try and give her some of the comfort I got from being out there. I think for her it may be too soon, but hopefully someday she get to see the wonder of SAINTS.
While I am chomping at the bit to bring home Ozzie for good, I'm also slightly nervous at having another dog, not saving that space in my heart entirely for Georgie.
So tonight, I'm going to stay at home and hang out with Ozzie, working on life with a dog again. We're going to eat popcorn and watch Supertroopers (something I always did with Georgie). Hopefully I won't burst into tears as I'm sure I'll be the first person to cry while watching Supertroopers.
it went well. we didn't get back to my house until 8pm. As soon as we got into my backyard she flopped over and started rolling back and forth while also eating grass. she's quite talented.
she was farting up a storm at the start of the night, but thankfully she didn't keep going.
she had a tough time with the three steps she had to take to get up to the grass and would run back and somewhat throw herself down them to get back in the house. (she also didn't have any accidents in the house)
i thought she would try and eat my two cats as she's always trying to chase saints cats, but they weren't too bothered by her so she didn't have anything to chase.
in the middle of the night, it seemed like she had a mini panic attack. she normally breathes quite rapidly, but this was really speedy (all i could think was, please do not die right now). She eventually calmed back down and slept until 730.
we had timhortons for breakfast, she got alot of my bagel and spat out timbits.
other than being stressed a bit, i think he enjoyed it. it felt a little weird at the start but nice having a dog in the house again.