I have always, always said that I will never get another puppy. Tony and I got a puppy when we were first married and that was a disaster. D.I.S.A.S.T.E.R. Max was his name and he was a sweet puppy turned demon. I showered him with love and affection and he still liked Tony better. He tore my clothes, tormented our guests, and wouldn't let me come into the yard. We hung in there with him for a couple of years but instead of him getting better he got worse. Much worse. We finally gave him away which is when I swore them off. For. Ever.
For. Ever. apparently is a very relative term. To some people it means to never happen again. For me, it means approximately 12 years.
Anthony has been begging for a puppy of his own. One that can ride in the truck with him and be his sidekick and be "his" dog. He read a book about a german shepherd dog in the Vietnam war and ever since then he has wanted "his" dog to be a german shepherd. He asked for money for Christmas so that he could get a puppy, take care of the vet costs, and all the other costs that pop up as a pet owner. For months we have been looking on Craig's List, rescue web sites, visiting shelters, etc.
And now For. Ever. has come. About 12 years after swearing off puppies - we have a puppy. Well, Anthony has a puppy but who can resist 'em once you get 'em? She is a very sweet, needy, whiny, yippy, affectionate, and happy little girl. So...
Meet Annie (Oakley).
Or Maggie.
Or Betsy (Ross).
Or Jackie (from that 70's show).
How soon do they need a name before they are traumatized by not knowing who they really are?
That is so cute! He looks happy.
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