Two years ago (almost to the day), we lost our big boy Maximus. Meaning that two years ago, I cried tears of sadness. And then tears of joy. My house was mine again. No more dog hair. No more drool. I declared to the world that we were DONE. No more big dogs to ruin my home! I. am. the QUEEN of my domain!
And then this happened.
Yap it up, everyone. Clearly, I think I hold a lot more power in this house than I actually do. If you’ve been watching over on IG, you know that I’m not really a dog person. I love the companionship and the fuzzy hugs. But it kind of ends there for me. Cue the pitchforks.
My husband’s family is Irish. He’s a copper puppy. We got him days before St. Patrick’s Day. It was a no-brainer. IRISH, it is.
Like Maximus, he’s a bullmastiff. He’s 8 weeks old. So yes, I’m aware of how big he’ll get. #lordhelpme
So let’s recap.
I have a dog I didn’t want.
I have no control over my family.
Irish is THE cutest puppy in all the land.
And one more thing. When will this guy stop hating him?
I’m asking for a friend.
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Oh my goodness – the cuteness!!! I had some sort of mid-life crisis/mental lapse, because we got a puppy (Murphy) three years ago (when we already had a very well-behaved and sweet lab/Newfoundland rescue dog named Martin). I thought that the good behavior would wear off on the puppy, but alas, no. Martin pretty much hated Murphy and looked at us as though we had ruined his life. But, he’s gotten used to him, and is extremely tolerant of Murphy’s energy. And I love it when Martin, every now and then, plays rough with Murphy and gives him a run for his money. Congrats – although I’m with you, I’m pretty much done with dogs once these two are gone…
When we got another dog after our black cocker died friends asked us – why did you get such a big dog? When we were ready for another dog we were on our way to PetSmart for an adoption day.Our grand daughter called to say they’d found our dog. He was 1 yr.old, skinny,had been abused but that sad face got me.
He’s a black lab/border collie and is the sweetest boy, smart,oh my heavens is he smart..He’s more like a human boy and does he ever know it. He’s over 9 yrs.old now, what a sweetie, .is so affectionate. He gets along great with our older cat.
I am a definite dog lover, sometimes get frustrated when he walks across my newly mopped floor but love him like a kid. He sheds like crazy allover but well Mr.Furry helps vacuum. Where we live is a dust magnet so is dusty all the time no matter what I do.
Your new kid is adorable, enjoy those puppy months while you can. Hope you get to liking him more. They do kind of grow on us . Our dog isn’t what we went looking for.that day.
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