Six years ago, we had to put down our beloved Black Lab Missy. She was 16 years old, had been blind in both eyes for a couple of years though one would ever know it. Her body started shutting down and it was time. Other than my daughters cat who eventually went off to college with her, Missy was the only pet in the house. We knew we wanted to get another dog, but didnt have the time to devote to properly training/raising one. Fast forward a few years and we are now empty nesters and the time seemed right. My wife and I had several discussions over it and agreed upon a mid-size dog of no particular breed, 1-3 years of age and started searching local rescues. We were not in a hurry or so I thought. Over Christmas, my daughter was home and showed us that a niece of ours in Asheville, NC had posted on Facebook that she was fostering a couple of puppies from a local rescue. They were cute. Over the next couple of days more photos appeared on Facebook as well as a plea to family members for someone to adopt these puppies. My wife and daughter conspired against me. Asheville, NC is a 15 hour round trip drive from our home, certainly there are some local rescue puppies. My wife then reminded me that we did a 15 hour round trip drive last May to pick up a canoe. So much for that argument. We do some checking and discover mom is a Great Pyrenees. Not a small or mid size dog. Males can grow to 160 pounds! I might need a bigger canoe! The wild card is dad, he is an unknown. Apparently the local vet that examined the litter thought a Blue Heeler may have been the culprit. We will never know. Basic puppy training has begun! He loves the snow, do not know about water yet, all of the local lakes and rivers are frozen over. The vet says 90% of their growth comes in the first 6 months so I should know by early Summer whether or not I need a bigger canoe.
Mike
Mike
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