So my wife and I have been looking for the right dog since we met. Getting a dog represents more than it should for us as we’ve had our ‘the right dog’ moments not work out in the past. Us not having a dog symbolized so much about the economy and our seemingly slow motion progress toward realizing our dreams in adulthood. We were starting to get a little paranoid. We can get married but we can’t get great jobs, we aren’t ready for kids, and crap, we can’t even have a dog.
Now that we’re at a crossroads again we’ve made the decision to force our fate in a new direction. We’re committing to a dog first and are trusting the rest to work itself out.
We’ve been looking for the right dog and were thinking everything from a boxer to a havaneese to an australian shepherd mix, but are confident we found it in a 40lb blackmouth cur. She’s a year old and super-sweet. Happy to flip her belly to a complete stranger. From what we’ve been told and can tell, she loves to play, loves children and other dogs, is smart, and doesn’t shed a whole lot. She’s watches everything, is goofy, and surprising.
Other dogs were playing, she got really excited, jumped up on her hind legs–effectively hugging me. I didn’t quite share her excitement and was puzzled by her action. I was entertained in spite of myself. I take it, she may have a little boxer in her.
I find her droopy jowls, gentle nature, and the way she melts into you when you pet her, reminiscent of both a female boxer and a manatee. We will enjoy some boxer in a smaller, blackmouth cur package. And I must mention, she’s got a beautiful coat and an even more beautiful snout.
So she won us over. We met her last weekend and committed to taking her today. We’ll visit her at her foster home on Wednesday and then officially pick her up for our move back to Illinois right after Memorial Day weekend. We’re excited. Our feelings of frustration are over. We are making progress. We have a mile marker. We have our blackmouth. We met our right dog and this one we’re not losing. No regrets. We’ll be taking care of her, as I’m sure, she will us.
Update: In a sad for us turn of events, we weren’t able to adopt her because my wife’s asthma and allergies reacted terribly. She would have been the perfect dog for us in every other way. Her foster mom is incredible and will definitely find her a great home.