How to name a puppy in 3 easy steps…

1. Find said puppy
2. Imbibe
3. Ask Sissy

I’m guessing most think we’ve lost our damn minds by now, adding another heartbeat to our home and all. But this baby has been in the plan for a long time. For our anniversary, Bryan “gifted” me with a frenchie as he knew how badly I missed my previous one. He thought it was too personal of a decision to make and left it up to me to find the perfect pup. So, after weeks of searching the country, I finally found this sweet baby girl in Nashville, Tennessee. It was love at first sight but she wasn’t quite old enough to come home, so we waited… and waited… and waited…

Fast forward to last weekend when we hosted Julian and Sissy Van Winkle, Paul Roberts with Colgin Cellars, the Southern Foodways Alliance and several of their friends in Houston to fundraise for the SFA. The events were coordinated by Dag Zapatero of Big Mustache Productions… if you’ve ever been lucky enough to attend one of his events you KNOW they are always unique and always one of a kind. After a long, but amazing day filled with rare Colgin wines and flights of Pappy Van Winkle’s best, we found ourselves, along with a few other friends up in the Van Winkle’s suite at their hotel.

We were all sitting and chatting and probably drinking more than we should have (but who was counting at that point, right!?) when Julian put his playlist on the speaker in their living room. Sissy and I were chatting about what to name my sweet baby who was due to arrive a few days later when a Patsy Cline song came on. I *think* it was Crazy, but I could be wrong…. Remember the wine and bourbon!?

I said, “oh, I just love Patsy Cline… my mom and grandmother adored her music so I grew up listening to her as a kid…”

Sissy stopped me and exclaimed, “That’s it!!!! You HAVE to name your new baby Patsy!!!!”

When southern royalty makes a suggestion you take it quite seriously! I thought it was a brilliant idea, so the rest was history…

World, meet Patsy Cline the Frenchie and the newest member of our little, and by little I really mean large and crazy clan. Of course, you know from the Rooster story about how our youngest, Baby J (sometimes lovingly referred to as Lonesome Lenny), is obsessed with all animals and likes to smother them with love. So clearly, the only option here was to include him in Patsy’s photos. I have a feeling the two of them are going to provide years of entertainment to come.




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