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I received an email from Tyler at 7:30 AM. It said, “What do you think?” I read the forwarded message attached and basically it was about us getting:
A new dog!
This dog, Bruiser, is a 4 year old chocolate lab. It was also his good friend, Linda’s, dog. Linda passed away in January from cancer and it devastated Tyler from the moment he found out July 2009.
Of course my reply to taking, her dog, Bruiser was, “Yes, let’s meet him.”
Tyler was astounded that I had said yes.
I figured if he didn’t want the dog, he never would have sent the email. Not to mention, Bruiser was Linda’s… I mean… HELLO! What am I a cold hearted person?
Now, my stance on us getting a new dog is that we will wait until Jack is 5 or 6 and then we will get a puppy.
Everybody knows this.
I like having 1 dog. 1 friend. 1 companion.
I do not miss 2 dogs running around and playing in the house.
I do not miss vacuuming up 2 dogs worth of dog hair.
However, I do love Tyler with all of my might and Jack is just not catching on to the fact that he needs to lick up the food that falls onto the floor.
And I am getting tired of that.
So we drove 90 minutes to meet Bruiser.
Let’s just say, the dog fit the name.
This big, ole giant slobbererer ran 90 MPH up to me with a ball and became my new BFF.
He was nice and friendly and did everything I asked of him… then he met Jack, who detests all other dogs.
Jack barked. Bruiser didn’t care.
Jack lunged and growled. Bruiser didn’t care.
Jack heard the girls talking in the car and had to go and check on them. Bruiser didn’t care.
I squealed when I thought I stepped in poop. Bruiser didn’t care.
But Jack did.
My buddy. He cared.
He didn’t even care that his favorite ball was being thrown. He cared about me. My safety. My girls.
He just wanted to be around us and make sure we, his people, were alright.
We said good-bye to Bruiser and got back into the car.
Tyler said it and I agreed:
“Bruiser was a perfect dog, just not for us.”
We have our perfect dog already.
Crumbs on the floor and all.