Ann and I cradled him in a blanket and held him like a small infant.
When we purchased him, I had to force Ann to go to the pet shop, where the breeders had a business in town. She refused to look at the little guy or hold him, but then the owner put the pup in her arms, and he licked her.
"He kissed me," she giggled. As soon as we sat in the car, she began saying that we were going to buy the dog. He was in our home a short time later.
I played with him on the floor. He was like a member of the family. Then came my cancer. Ann was nervous about my getting an infection, because our dog Guido Maximus wanted to jump into my lap. He wanted to play with me, and he would stand in front of my chair and paw at me with his one paw. He did it gently, but the nails were sharp.
We had to find a family to take him. It was like losing a member of the family.
Ann refused to think about getting another dog.
A family had some boxer pups, and one was incredible, but she refused to get out of the car. There would be no more of this "having a dog kiss her type thing" to get another pet.
Then Jack did something, because he desperately wanted to have a pet. He played with the neighbor's cat in all types of weather, sitting on the porch in front of our house. The other neighbors had a boxer pup, and the dog would sit on our front lawn waiting for Jack and me come out to give him some attention. But the ultimate was a note he slid under my wife's door, while she worked on some important papers for her job she does in schools. It sealed the deal, but Ann was still just a little upset by the whole idea.
Then the breeder sent this picture. It was like the kiss that our last dog Guido gave her in the pet store that day. She is as excited as Jack about the pup, or maybe as excited as Jack.
Pop Pop is excited too.
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