We are not pet people in our house. We have tried and failed, and I really don’t care. But I grew up in a home where we always had dogs and cats. It’s funny, but I don’t even remember feeding them. But I know I did because I can still smell the the salty aroma of dog food if I concentrate hard enough. I think my dad was the pet guy growing up. I don’t think my mom could have cared less, but I don’t know. Anyway, my dad finally got a dog after something like a fifteen-year canine-hiatus (it’s actually my sister-in-law’s dog, but that is a really long story).
My dad came out for a visit a couple of weeks ago and brought his new best friend. At first I told him the dog could not come in the house, but after I saw those big, brown eyes I couldn’t help myself. Man, I’m a push-over.
Anna ventured outside for some puppy playtime. It took her a while to warm up to Jag (that’s his name), although I’m not sure she ever really relaxed around him. In all fairness I don’t think the dog quite relaxed around her, either (he’s just a little puppy in a brand-new environment – I know he doesn’t look like a puppy, but he is; trust me).
Regardless, he is a gorgeous dog and very sweet. And it is so nice to see my dad with a new BFF. ;> A man and his dog – that is a beautiful thing.
P.S. If you are interested in pouring part of the down payment for your new house into a dog, my sister-in-law sells them here.
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