Hey reddit, so this time last year I made the decision to get a doggie. Having never owned a dog before and never really knew anyone who had dogs that weren't just left to the street I was a little overwhelmed and of course learned as I went (that weird inverted sneeze thing nearly killed me the 1st time I seen it.) anyway the day my lil G came home I was slightly emotional as this was a life long dream and for a few days the sight of his ferocious butt wiggles brought tears to my eyes.
It took him a few days of course to settle in, never wanting to be left alone and I learned quite quickly how smart dogs really are, within the first week he knew his first command of paw, and just a few days later sit. A couple of weeks pass and I realised that he was still a little unsure of his new home and it dawned on me all of a sudden that he most likely remembered that he was once surrounded by other pups and his parents and again I felt really sore for this little guy. Here I am all chuffed that he's my new BFF and he's wondering what happened to his family. If you can't tell by now I'm quite fond of my emotions and I like playing "from their perspective" so, I thought to myself really hard for a day or 2.
it occurred to me that life can be hard and scary, and we have developed this world to work for us so if we find it big and scary how must my lil G feel... Worse even, to be alone on top of that. Sure he had me but I'm not a dog.
Introduce T the rescue puppy a partners colleague put us in touch with someone who said they didn't want their dog as they were under the impression it was a different breed. They were planning on bringing her to a rescue center I think but I reached out and offered to take her off his hands.
WOW did T stink... Like STINK STINK, To this day I have no idea how she could have stank so bad her breath was legit like a sewer system and her fur reaked of a sort of melted plastic. It wasn't till she returned to the humble abode I realised she had a lil crooked paw and again as an inexperienced dog owner I freaked out and began trying to get in touch with the vet, I get her all cleaned up and try get rid of the breath with some peanut butter.
Turned out lil T has a bone in her forearm bent inward (the wrong direction). The vet reassures me this is most likely a birth issue than physical trauma, which is huge relief for me of course so I bring her home so the introduction can start.
It started off Kind of weird G didn't know how to take T as she was a different breed, smaller in size but made up for it in poofieness G even lifted his paw off the floor and copied her limp for a while. By the next day lil G was happier than I had seen him over the course of our 1st month. T was rested and feeling playful and they really hit it off... For like a day then boundaries needed to be set of course from both dogs.
Fast forward one year after T came home and here we are today. G&T are inseparable and are always full of energy, T helped G come out of his shell and really brightened all our lives as she loves everyone and everything My lil Tbug is happiness and nieveity incarnat, they both love adventures but G won't do anything unless his lil sister goes first but she doesn't care because if it's dangerous she can lick it to death.
I've never been happier. My 2 pups are best friends and I am the supplier of chicken and bacon what more of a life could ya want really :)
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