I’ve had a number of them.
Now, my best buddy is Lil’ Jon, a 10 year old yellow Labrador Retriever. He tells me that life will end so, make it count.
What does that mean? Basically, that whenever I go out, if it’s not with the Mrs. in Ivory, our “business car,” Jon and I go in the “business truck.” We go to the store, to job sites, to meetings with prospective clients, to get a haircut, or just out for fresh air. Jon loves outings except near dinner time; priorities.
We got a folding ramp so he no longer jumps into the truck bed or, most times, his 84 lbs. needed to be lifted in and my wife insisted, “get a ramp.” So Jon walks up and down the truck bed on our outings.
We just got Peanut, a tan,12 week old girl American Bully. She compliments our pack: Jon, Peanut, Pepper (our 76 lb., 6-year-old Papakolea Pit Bull girl), and 12-year-old Ted E Bear, our pet shop, 17 lb. Tibetan Spaniel. Since Peanut arrived, we are adjusting–been fun but challenging.
What else is there? Every day I learn from each of them.
Since Peanut: Jon and Pepper no longer sleep in the office. We took Peanut to the vet for, what was expected to be a cursory visit. Turns out, she has worms, and come to find out so does everyone else.
So, no one sleeps in. I miss that, petting and talking to them while drafting. Ted stays out though, not house trained. We’re working at resolving the worms by immediately picking up poop, etc.
After that, expect the best, we look forward to things returning to normal: chillin’ indoors, at least part time, except for Ted. Then, Schwarsy, our 4-1/2 month old Shar Pei neighbor can come over and play again. Before Peanut, he’d come over quite often, run around the yard, roughhousing with Pepper. She taught him about playing together, but all that stopped when Peanut showed up.
You’d think, with all this going on, there’d be less time for drafting but just the opposite seems true; I make time and prioritize better. There’s more urgency if just looking after dogs.