We got our dog a dog. Stupid huh?
I think our dog was even saying he didn't want it. Either way, my husband (yeah you know the type... I want it, I want it, but I'll not walk it or clean up after it), decides Fletcher needs a pal. It is true that we are not the jogger, biker, get out there and exercise type, but then again, neither is Fletcher. Guy likes nothing better than to sit with his face pressed up against the AC vent. He looks like he has asthema, when in fact all he has is "fat-ass" I think it's contagious, because with the exception of Ben, everyone in our family has it.
Anyhoo... we go to the pound and ask for a medium size dog. Well... Jenks is not what I would consider medium. He's 10 months old and 50 lbs. Can I tell you he's as skinny as sh*t! Vet expects him to put on another 20lbs. 70lb dog does not = medium. When we got him home he was coughing. We thought Kennel Cough, which will right itself, but after 2 nights of hacking we take him to the vet. While we're there Brent and I are congradulating ourselves on this well behaved dog we got. (1/2 price by the way... the shelter was having a sale)375.00 dollars later, 2 antibiotics and a cough medicine.... wtf! Well.... we did not get ourselves a calm pet. The thing was sick. 36 hours into antibiotics and he went nuts!!!!
He's getting better. We've had him snap at Fletcher over a bone (I threw it in the trash), peed on our floor.... Drug his ass out every hour on the hour to teach him the right place to do it...What was I thinking?
Everday, I brace myself to walk in the door, knowing the two nuts waiting behind the door are going to come at me fast. mmmmmm you know you're home when you can smell dog!
I think our dog was even saying he didn't want it. Either way, my husband (yeah you know the type... I want it, I want it, but I'll not walk it or clean up after it), decides Fletcher needs a pal. It is true that we are not the jogger, biker, get out there and exercise type, but then again, neither is Fletcher. Guy likes nothing better than to sit with his face pressed up against the AC vent. He looks like he has asthema, when in fact all he has is "fat-ass" I think it's contagious, because with the exception of Ben, everyone in our family has it.
Anyhoo... we go to the pound and ask for a medium size dog. Well... Jenks is not what I would consider medium. He's 10 months old and 50 lbs. Can I tell you he's as skinny as sh*t! Vet expects him to put on another 20lbs. 70lb dog does not = medium. When we got him home he was coughing. We thought Kennel Cough, which will right itself, but after 2 nights of hacking we take him to the vet. While we're there Brent and I are congradulating ourselves on this well behaved dog we got. (1/2 price by the way... the shelter was having a sale)375.00 dollars later, 2 antibiotics and a cough medicine.... wtf! Well.... we did not get ourselves a calm pet. The thing was sick. 36 hours into antibiotics and he went nuts!!!!
He's getting better. We've had him snap at Fletcher over a bone (I threw it in the trash), peed on our floor.... Drug his ass out every hour on the hour to teach him the right place to do it...What was I thinking?
Everday, I brace myself to walk in the door, knowing the two nuts waiting behind the door are going to come at me fast. mmmmmm you know you're home when you can smell dog!
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