Our Ode to Lyla

Our home would not be complete without our furry partner in crime. She’s the yin to our yang and keeps us laughing deep belly laughs on a weekly basis.

If you’ve read some of our previous blog posts, you might have noticed her curly tail or the top of her snout in the corner of a photo. Lyla does not like to miss a good photo opp.

We got her last July from a breeder in Louisa County after we saw an ad in the Richmond Times-Dispatch for a litter of puggle puppies for sale. They were in our price range, and ready to be picked up immediately.

The RT-D ad also mentioned the puppies’ parents were “on the premises,” so we could meet them if we liked.

We drove out to Louisa, met Lyla’s parents, and no, “we didn’t like.” The dad was this load of a dog – a big, black pug with gray hairs on his chin and a major waddle to his walk.

The breeder carried Lyla’s beagle mom into the kitchen in her arms, at which point the beagle proceeded to pee all over the floor and whine.

And we thought, “Okay….so this is what we’re working with.”

But then the breeder brought out the puppies and as all puppies do, they totally charmed us. They had one female left, we said, “We’ll take her.” 24 hours later, we drove home with our new puppy friend Lyla.