Well ever notice how fate has a way of biting you in the butt when you least expect it?
Remember my husband and daughter wanting another dog? Well, we now have Waldo and it came about in such a way, that it ended up being my decision.
We have friends on the other side of town that found a stray dog. They advertised, put flyers up, called the pound, etc. After a few weeks decided that even though the dog had a collar and was obviously well cared for, that no one was going to claim it. She took it to the vet, got it shots, etc. Vet says he thinks its a Golden Retriver/Chow mix about 18 months old. Healthy, etc.
She buys bowls, food, leash, bed, toys, etc. Then finds out they are moving and can't take the dog. Calls me in tears. I picked him up yesterday. I guess if we are getting another dog, getting a free one that comes with EVERYTHING including a 20 lb bag of food is the way to go. He's not THAT big. Not as big as my parents Golden Retriver was. Vet says he won't grow anymore. He's very goofy and friendly, my daughter LOVES him.
Rosie and Bogie have not been out of my lap since he arrived. Their noses are severly out of joint, but they'll eventually get over it. They are not aggressive, just not happy. He could care less, he's the goofiest thing I've ever seen. Happy, housetrained, won't get on the furniture, just adorable. Great big old baby actually.
NEver say never as it always comes back to get you.
Here's some photos of Waldo