Chris and I are dog people. We haven't had any since G was born because of life. But We (chris) was ready to add another one to the house.
I sorta kinda was finally agreeing to it. But only to get Chris to shut up.
Chris has wanted a dog for months. And he would beg and plead and send me puppy links and pictures and emails and classifieds.
So the week before my birthday we went to a couple of shelters and didn't find "the one"
I wanted a lab because we had a boy lab before and I loved his face off. Chris didn't because it would get "too big"
We went again on my birthday and ended up adopting an unknown mix puppy. (um happy birthday)?
We named him Indiana Bones and called him Indy.
That was 10 days ago. In 10 days, we learned that he was a biter. and mean. and aggressive. And G and him could not be friends. Chris took him to the vet and the vet said he looked like a pit mix.
Then after 7 days of talking about whether Indy was the right fit for us, he lunged at G's face and tried to bite his cheek yesterday. Twice.
We took him back where we adopted him.
And went and picked up a pure yellow lab baby girl.
Yes - I feel like the worst doggy mother ever.
But I hope that she's "the one"