Ozzy

Animals6 Comments

Dad, we want a puppy.

After the passing of our last dog in 2012, the kids were pretty set on not letting that get them down. The older dogs were said to not have played with the kids because they didn’t grow up with the kids. Now they wanted a puppy of their own. I was not interested. Dogs are a lot of work. Enjoyed them while they were here but after its refreshing to not have to deal with the types of requirements dogs bring with them. I am such an old grump.

So they kept asking and I kept saying no and making excuses. Finally one day, they showed me some dog photos and I was boasting that those were wussie dogs. I liked my old dog’s breed. To each their own but this is my own. Something medium, not a purse dog. Crap. They just cracked my armor.

Weeks later, Kim comes home with a flyer from the vet. A bunch of cute dogs needing homes! Turns out a private lady rescued a pregnant dog from a kill shelter in New Mexico. She birthed the pups and is now working through finding the whole family homes. There were three cute dogs on the photo. So Kim asks…can I call? I didn’t say yes. But I didn’t say no.

Next thing I know, we hear that the 3 dogs are already gone to good homes. But the lady has one more puppy that is 13 weeks old and is needing a home still. She is a really friendly lady and says she will drive the dog over later in the day for a test. So Kim tells the kids she has a friend coming over and gives them no information on what is going down.

The lady arrives with a scared dog in the car. He has never been in a car. Our kids think the lady’s dog is cute. But Sydney starts getting a clue. The rest of the kids are confused. We take the dog in the backyard. First time he has been on grass as she lives on a farm. He is going nuts. Running around. Checking everything out. Gaining confidence after the car ride. He seems intrigued by the kids and loves to chase and jump on Kayla give their similar sizes. This causes panic as he pushes her to the ground and licks her to death. Oh great…now they won’t keep it. Its going to kill Kayla. So Kayla retreats up onto the top of the swing set and monitors the whole thing and cheers on the dog as he does other things in the yard.

Everybody loves the dog so he is going to stay for a test. I know he isn’t leaving but if he comes in and kills a cat, we might have a chance. Never know. So he is way interested in the cats and they beat him up quickly and he backs off a bit. The dog is nervous in our house and proceeds to pee on the slate floor a few times. Oh yeah, potty training! His cuteness distracts from all the issues and everybody loves him. So I think he is going to stay. I went into my office and dug into a drawer and pulled out 2 collars. One from Wyatt and one from Dakota. Still have green tags and all. I took them over and let the kids put one on the new dog. I guess it was time to transition. Took me a while to see it.

Welcome, Ozzy!

Ozzy

Ozzy

Ozzy

Ozzy

Ozzy

Ozzy

Ozzy

Ozzy

Momma, I’m comin’ home…