My boy was 18 and he died two years ago.
I just grew up with him and loved him so much. He would growl at my daddy if I were being yelled at, heee. He would walk EVERYWHERE with me. When I was learning to drive he would sit on my front seat with his seat belt on. He was aloof sometimes [but not with me!], he didn’t have much patience for babies ["no, he doesn’t bite, but if you think just because he looks like a teddy bear you can yank on his ears and tail I will bite you]. He was always messier than I would have liked, since he would only let me groom for so long before my wrists were in his mouth and the look on his face said, “you can stop now.”
He rarely barked [as per the breed] but when/if he did we knew it meant business.
Oh the hugs! Oh the honey eyes! Oh the purple tongue!
He died three days before my cousin died of brain cancer. And when I found out about her I literally had no tears left to cry that day.
The only thing I lament is I never got his fur spun into yarn. [didn’t find out I could even do that until last year]
Some months later my dad came home with a chihuahua. [There he is with today with his two favorite toys] But it’s just not the same. And he’s not my dog.
Can you tell what type of dog is the first I’m getting when we get our home?
cpolitte, did you want a less-independant dog? or what is it about your baby or the breed you didn’t like?