If 2019 was off to a bit of a slow start (and I’m not even so sure about that - it may have just been me), February has gone completely crazy behind the wheel. AndI’m pretty sure it’s left me stranded on the side of the road wondering what the heck happened. At least that’s how I’m feeling right now.

We are officially those crazy people who drive hundreds of miles to adopt a dog. This past weekend, we made a 36 hour (total) journey to and from Wilmington, Delaware to adopt a sweet, senior beagle girl named Willow Rose.

Happy Sunday! We had a whirlwind of a weekend over there. In less than 24 hours, we made a 10 hour trek (one way) to Wilmington, Delaware and then back to Charleston, SC.

Can I get an “aarrrooooo"? Where are all my beagle peeps? I know you recognize that sound.

It’s no secret around here (or to anyone who knows me) that I have a beagle obsession. I want to rescue them all.

I’m not even sure where to start. My brain is fragmented. My heart is broken. It’s been a week. It’s been a year. There are a thousand little pieces of my heart and soul scattered about - fractured, broken, and spilling over. And it’s been hard to muster the energy to pick them back up.