Maggie passed away after living a year longer than predicted, and about three years longer than her breed’s life expectancy. She had a nice life here, after being rescued by Gary’s parents in Florida. She was an amazing dog with our son.
We intended to wait a bit – we’ve been saying that we’re staying in this house until she passes away, as when we went looking at condos it turned out many of them had rules against pit bulls. But then we saw Jaxon’s picture and met him on Zoom and fell in love – Gary and I have never not had a dog in the house since we’ve been together and we were missing the click-clack of little paws and how could you resist this face?
He’s been with us two weeks already – and he’s kind of perfect. Scary-smart and just a lovely character. We’ve had rescues (all great dogs but quirky!) for so long we’d forgotten what it was like to have a dog who wants to make us happy. And while we’d been warned off his breed because they can be so busy, he’s happy to be busy but also really laid back most of the time. He loves attention but sincerely doesn’t want to be a bother (with Maggie we’d say that in a Jewish woman’s kind of Harvey Fierstein voice, “I don’t want to be a bother!” and it meant the opposite – invoking some characters we knew and loved. We’d also use that voice when she walked in the rain or snow and lamented how we might be living in Florida). He refused to stay in his crate the first night but the second day started gathering his toys and going in on his own: “I got this – I’m crate training myself!” Two weeks ago I was thinking we needed a smaller crate and today I realized he’s wall to wall when he stretches out – we might need a bigger one!
It’s amazing how attentive he is to everything, and he gets us out walking and looking and playing… so much joy.
strong with you 