The part you guys have to imagine, though, is just how much the dog is in love with the Butcher. Follows him everywhere, wants him to be constantly petting him. Even when we picked him up at the vet, the dog ran straight to the Butcher like they were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in some time.
I’m sure he’ll come to like me well enough eventually, but right now, it’s a dude-love thing.
He’s here. And he’s a little older than he looked. Definitely full-grown. And he’s a drool factory. He’s got this awesome bark, deep and resonant. He’s already been swatted by the orange cat, who is not that excited about him.
But the part that makes me happiest is how happy the Butcher is. They pretty instantly adored each other. And he’s following the Butcher everywhere.
We can’t quite convince him that he’s welcome on the couch, but he’ll put half his body on it and then wag his tail like he won the lottery.-
I’m a little trepidatious, I have to admit. There’s no way to prepare the cats. They’re just going to be pissed for a while. But I was also not able to sleep all night, like a little kid who knows that Christmas is right around the corner.
The Butcher said last night, “I am glad to have a dog again.”
And my parents are being adorable about this. My dad is all insisting that we take a letter of recommendation from the owners of the Butcher’s dog friend. I am not doing so, but I will have my phone with me which has pictures of Sadie on the couch and being adorable and sleeping with the cats and all the stuff that we hope another dog will want to do. Come, Rufus, fill the empty spot on our couch.
As for “Rufus,” I’m not in love with it. But I can live with “Roo.” And the Butcher likes “Rufus” a lot, plus it’s what the dog is used to being called. We’ll probably just roll with it. No idea yet what he’ll be called here. But we’ll see.
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