A few weeks ago, I joined, wondering if I should really take a chance on adding a third dog to our household. We love big dogs, my husband wanted a Newf, and I just happened to fall for a 140-pound puppy. I asked if it was worth all the negatives. You all said yes. And you were right.
A few short weeks later, I cannot imagine my life without Bosco now. He is the perfect compliment to our other two dogs, loves our cats, loves my son, and despite some typical older puppy issues and some abandonment issues, he is such an easy dog, relatively speaking. (And keeping in mind that my girl dog is a Catahoula.
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Some things I didn't even consider:
I knew he would drool, but I didn't expect to wake up with dried hair and goobers cemented to my arm because he came for kisses in the middle of the night.
I didn't realize that despite a full water bowl, I'd have to wait for him to finish drinking from the toilet before I can use the bathroom in the morning, and by the time it's my turn, the bowl is empty. But at least he puts the seat down.
I didn't realize that this dog who doesn't mind running full speed into fences while playing with his dog sister would understand that he has to be gentle around children, even when he's excited.
I didn't expect him to try to comfort our older thunderstorm phobic dog during storms by staying near him the whole time, even resisting the younger dog's attempts to play.
So anyway, thank you. Without your input, I may have decided not to bring him home, and that would have been such a huge mistake.
Amanda