So my husband tells me “Honey, we are going to look at a dog”. And that’s how it started…. I had a Boston Terrier for 15 years whom I loved dearly. After having health issues for many years, it came time to send him to doggie heaven. That was one of the hardest days of my life. I didn’t know and after going through it, it was almost too much to bear loving another animal. Going through that experience, I told myself never again. No more animals. Until 15 years later.
My husband works out of town a lot and he thought it would be good for me to get a dog for those nights when he was away. We decided on a lap dog. After much research about small dogs that I forced myself to do, I really didn’t find one I much wanted. Still after 15 years, the pain was there and fear got the better of me. I tried so hard to put it off. After a while, my husband decided a bigger dog was better for protection while he was away. He asked me one day, “If you could have a big dog, what breed would you get?” I told him I always thought boxers were cool, even though I had never had a large dog in my life. Still not sold on the idea, I agreed to go look at boxers.
We drove about an hour from our home to Hampton, S.C. When we arrived, there was Mom, Dad, and two little male puppies. My husband took his turns holding each of them. Although they were cute, I still wasn’t ready to get attached to another dog. I asked him if he had picked which one he wanted. He replied “No, HE picked ME!”. If I only knew at the time how right he was! On the way home, he told me how the first puppy played and when he let him down, he went, and took off running. When he did the same with the other puppy, he wrapped his paws around his arm as if to say, “I’m coming with you.”