August came and I found this post about a older yellow lab. I hadn't been huge fan of boys because my sisters female dog was still living with us and I didn't want there to be problems. Something about it felt good and it felt too good to be true. I texted the number immediately - even though I still hadn't discussed this idea with my parents. To my surprise I was the first one to inquire about this amazing dog. Within a few days there was another inquiry and I had to either do something or let this dog I hadn't even met yet go.
I finally talked the idea over and it became a "family discussion." My sisters dog was still with us and there was some complications with the HOA (home owners association) rules, that we were only allowed one dog. They wanted me to get a cat. As much as I love cats, they just aren't dogs. You can't snuggle them, they dont usually greet you at the door and lick you and go adventuring with you.
We did a trial and it went well. My family said we could keep him and I was thrilled. It has been 7 months since I adopted him and today is his 8th birthday. He has been such a huge blessing to me. He is my big shadow, my work companion, my water lover, my snuggle buddy, my energizer puppy. He helps me get out of bed when I feel the black abyss and don't want to move. He greets me at the door when I get home. He thinks every minute is an opportunity to play. He is an example of love and loyalty to me. He still loves me even when I shut my door to get sleep, even when I go to work and can't play with him as much as both of us want. He gets up every morning when I go to work in the middle of the night. He puts up with his countless nicknames. He is a gentle giant, a lover. He is the greeting committee at the park. He is a couch hog, a sweet potato connoisseur, a snow-dozer and roller.
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