Introducing Stella Belle {personal}
We have had Rupert for 3.5 years. I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. I still recall anxiously waiting on the baggage claim floor to see his little tiny head and hear his puppy squeak. Well, Rupert was 2 hours late but not the least bit phased by the trip. He reached his little pink tongue out of the crate and gently claimed my husband as his father. He patiently waited to be let out of his crate and then walked out, totally calm and cool. I then held him, all 6.5lbs, with his head against my heartbeat for the entire drive home.
Picking up Stella was completely different. She was was right on time and arrived at the cargo building of Logan Airport. A place with far less seats and glamor. I was so nervous and the only comfort available to me was a Twix in a vending machine. I decided to wait outside with Matt and my friend Nicole, who naively drove all the way up from Brooklyn to share in this experience of "bringing home baby" and the probable first night of endless crying. I saw a little boy come running out of the door grasping every hair of his new pup..."His name is Rigby!" Matt went up to the locked door where personal handed his a small crate. Stella had arrived right on time and covered in poop. I think we have and will continue to learn that this will continue to describe her personality in the days and months to come. This time, Stella reached out her tongue and her painful chompers and said "Are you my mother"? To which I picked her up, all 4.8lbs, and held her so close to my heartbeat...poop and all...and said yes.
Here she is, weighing in at 5.75lbs this morning, Miss Stella Belle Greene.
And here is Rupert being introduced to Stella.
