One dog at a time....

We have traditionally been a two dog family. We accomplish this by being suckers for a cute face. However, the faces never seem to be cute enough to keep up with the required exercise and attention required by dogs...unless they are low maintenance bulldog types. Consequently, on the weekend, after much thought, we re-homed our Chesapeake Bay Retriever mix called Fergus.

Fergus was the cutest puppy of all time. He was even quite calm and mellow...and then he grew. He grew and he grew into this monstrously huge beast that sucked the life out of all of us. Which is great if the one that committed to take him for runs 3 days a week was still committed to doing that. With a continued flagging commitment in evidence, I issued a warning "Train the dog to be polite and well behaved (i.e. not knock people who visit over with his joyfulness) or he will have to live elsewhere!" Training was not initiated so I decided it was time to find Fergus a home that would spend the necessary amount of time running and playing with him. He now lives on 5 acres out in the country with a family of 8. Lucky dog.

And so, we are committed to one dog at a time. With the love of MY life, Olive Oyle. She's an American Bulldog who loves ME and only ME. Don't get me wrong, she is a family dog and loves the boys and the man of the house, but in her heart of hearts, she loves me the best. And I am happy with that. Can't say my husband is as content with that as I am, but we are taking it one dog at a time.