Sometimes, life makes your mind up for you.
Since losing both our dogs in the spring, we have gone back and forth about getting a dog, when should we get a dog, what kind of dog should we get, which type would be best for Junior, do we want a puppy, or a rescue, or should we just take the free one offered by my FIL, what size, which types don’t shed again? blah blah.
We looked and pondered and hemmed and hawed.
And then D’s manly life partner called on Sunday night. “You want this dog?”
He’d seen him wandering around his new abode for the past couple weeks, and just assumed he belonged to a neighbor that didn’t take particularly good care of him. But on Sunday night he went into an old hog shed on his property and discovered that this poor fella had been living there.
Yes, we want that dog.
He came to us filthy, matted, covered in ticks and thirsty.
But man, was he glad to have a friend. He let us love on him, clean him up as best we could and laid there so nicely as D pulled off tick after engorged tick.
Junior warmed to him immediately.
And he to Junior.
He’s just happy to be around you, and will follow you gladly. Even into the car for a date with the vet and groomer. The vet confirmed he’s a purebred Great Pyrenees, best guess is about two years old, and healthy!
While he was getting dolled up, I was buying all the necessary accoutrements to have a dog this size. Our last two were about twenty pounds. This one weighs as much as me! He took to his new collar with no problem, and Junior likes to make sure he’s always got his bone handy.
We named him Bill.
Buffalo Bill, technically. It may be a bit of an odd choice, but his personality is that of a polite, reserved, older gentleman.
And he’s big as a buffalo!