Fred....congratulations on the new friend.
As I noted in the "Fishin Dawgs" thread in March, this year I lost my two buddies Moose and Kodiak within 5 days of one another.......The wife bringing home Moose just a month after losing Pig-Dog who I swore I would never have another dog after, and meant it....mostly.
Don't get me wrong, Moose at just barely 11 as big and burn the candle at both ends perfect as he was had clearly slowed down a lot quickly, and Kodiak at 9 having all sorts of problems........Made me beyond proud when one or the other clearly either held out or deliberately passed to do the one thing I demanded of them....Always stay with the other. Yet as proud as I am still not a day goes by that it doesn't hurt me deeply missing them. Our dogs who my wife and I pour our love into not having been blessed with children (yeah, we're those kooky kinda people).
So in March they're gone, we choke it down and get on with it.....Naturally being a He-Man I state flatly, that's it, no more, I'm going to live life like a free adult again, come and go when I please, for as long as I please, I have no further responsibilities....Though we all know that wasn't it, but that's my story, I'm sticking to it.
July-August off to Wyoming, Montana and Idaho for a month long trip of a lifetime, and still everyday it's Moose & Kodie this, Moose and Kodie that, and as much as the wife keeps saying during the trip she just needs another one, even acting like a 10 year old and taking photo after photo of a pair of stuffed Chocolate Lab plushies at every state line sign, I hold my ground...by gawd *thumps chest*
When blue thinking on it I wait till she falls asleep in the hotels, and I go out to the truck, kick on some old country, pour a drink and look at their photos on the laptop never letting it be known.......But.......half way through the trip she's hinting, 3/4 of the way through suggesting, and with 2 days left to go nagging so much about getting another dog that I blast on through 1,400 miles like it's nothing, bitter that they're gone, angry that she wants to be tied down again, and full of regret for a thousand things to do with the Monkey Dawgs.
Two months more and I've had enough.....Lots of cursing, arm waving and the like I MAKE her get in the truck and off we drive to this guy she had been talking about who just had a litter, oddly passing the first Chocolate Lab I have ever seen that was as big as Moose just a mile from the place making it just that much more hurtful.
She hedges, I insist, I've had to listen to nothing else for months....Pick one, period. Like all our dogs she comes up with some fanciful name, and in short order changes it realizing her vanity doesn't suit who she is or the Dog.....So there we have it, "Montana", Momma's got her dog.....I want nothing to do with it, it's her problem.
Naturally, that lasted all of about 5 minutes in that for all intents and purposes "Monster" might as well be mine from how he acts.
......Funny thing though. If you listed out every time I had to tear into Moose who was so wild he was the first dog I ever considered giving away (so got Kodie 2 years into it which made a night and day change).....every problem or inconvenience they caused in my life, bluntly everything that had me madder than fire......It is as though Kodie and Moose sat down Montana before we picked him up and listed it out line by line.
The dog ain't right.....He entertains himself, is there when I want him to be, is never pushy, is gentle even when rough housing (Moose dang near killing me a number of times like some gigantic Baby Huey vs. Papa), this list goes on, and makes no sense in that the dog doesn't act like a dog that hasn't had direction should act......Literally.
So yeah......I got another dog, my dog, not the wifes, mine.
So like sands in the hourglass, so are the days of our lives....and yes, he will be my last dog *rolls eyes*