OK, OK, I promise this blog won’t turn into Poemonkey. Well, OK, maybe only a little. Cause, hello!?!? He’s so damn cute. But several of you asked me why why WHY a puppy, why so QUICKLY, and why so BIG?
Here’s the thing.
You may not remember, but we had a Chow named Rio back in the day who was the best doggy on the whole planet. I know you think your dog is the best, and I hate to burst your bubble, but really, Rio was THE BEST. And she had a bad bout of cancer two years ago and we had to put her down.
Oh lord, did our hearts break that day.
It took us nearly a year to be ready to spread her ashes.
And lord, have we missed her.
But we also have enjoyed the freedom. Especially with a little one running around. The freedom to just jump up and go to the store whenever. To not have to run home from work and let the dog out. You know, all that doggy baggage.
But Bryan is a dog person. There is no doubt about that. So, we had been tossing the idea around for a while, and always, Bernese Mountain Dogs were top of our list.
See, we’ll NEVER have a Golden Retriever. Never have a Terrier. Never have a Poodle. Don’t get me wrong. They are all really nice dogs. But they are not for us. I am a big believer that if people spent more time finding a dog that matched their personalities, there would be a whole lot less dogs in shelters.
Chows match our family. But guess what? Chows are on a list of dogs that are banned by our home owner’s insurance. Our agent had to go to bat for Rio when they changed their policy, because he knew her and knew what a great dog she was.
Personally, I believe there are no bad dogs, just bad owners.
And a lot of people don’t understand Chows. Don’t understand that they have poor peripheral vision, so children tend to startle them. Don’t understand that they are strong willed, so you have to be a strong owner. Don’t understand that they can get solitary, so they need tons and tons of socialization.
We loved our Chow. But when she passed we knew we could not have another, which is unfortunate. The Bernese Mountain Dog was always the breed at the top of our list after that. Who doesn’t want a dog they can walk AND ride???
So, when our friends up the street brought home a Berner, the situation presented itself. QUICKLY. And we ended up with Enzo’s brother, the last of the litter, clearly the runt. So maybe Poe won’t grow to the full 100 pounds? Maybe???
Either way, we *are* a little freaked with the decision, but it truly wasn’t rash.
And who could have said no to THIS?