When we moved into our house everyone asked us if we were going to be getting a dog soon. We have a rather large yard, so in most peoples’ minds a dog was a given. We always answered with an emphatic “No!” About nine months before we moved we buried our beloved cat, Tequila, and we just weren’t ready to invest emotionally in another animal.
About three years later, I was ready; Himself, no so much, but I convinced him it was time. I’ve always liked big dogs but we thought we would be better off with a medium sized one. So we did our research and found that Labradoodles usually grow to 50 to 70 pounds and shed very little. Perfect!
I think all three of us were quite grateful when we finally arrived home.
At first I was going to name him Lewis, for CS Lewis, but that just didn’t fit. Himself reminded me that CS Lewis’ nickname among his friends was Jack. That name fit our new puppy perfectly.
When we took him to the vet the next day, we found out our puppy was already 44.5 pounds and we could expect that he would at least double that weight. So much for a medium sized dog!
To be continued. . .