One plus one plus one equals two

Meet Buckley. He was only with us for two short days but he touched our hearts. He had big soft ears he had to grow into and a youthful enthusiasm for adventure. To him everything was new and exciting. But the time was short. There will however always be a spot in our hearts that is forever Buckley.

That felt like writing an obituary. It's not one but it felt like one. On Saturday we bought a puppy. A three-month old black lab who we named Buckley. He was perfect. Everything we could have wanted in a dog. But it turns out we didn't think it all through enough. I thought we had but it seems not. We couldn't do him justice. We couldn't give him the time and effort and stimulation he would need and, more importantly, deserve. We had to take him back. It was the responsible thing to do and the best thing for him. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my entire life. We feel like we're grieving.

The rest of the weekend was a blur of sunshine and poop-a-scoops. We had lunch on Saturday at the Arts Centre in town and joined Tim and Christine to celebrate Holly's first birthday on Sunday at her party in the Botanic Gardens.

We had to go out tonight. Just to get out of the house. We went to see National Treasure 2. I hate it when films have car chases around London and pay more attention to cinematography than to geography. Yes, I know the shot looks good but St Paul's not just round the corner from Buckingham Palace if you cross over Tower Bridge!

I was thinking tonight about how things would be if we'd not move here because of St John's. Who would we know? A few people at work but that's it. And that got me thinking about friends at church. It's a hard time, having been here four months or so. Everyone has done their "welcome the newcomers" bit but what next? Everyone moves on to the next newcomers. I guess it's up to us then. We have to get out there and follow initial leads, so to speak.