Everyone has a type.
I like ’em big, mellow, and old as dirt. Seriously, the more lich-like, medicated, and dusty-limbed, the more my bleeding heart goes pitter patter. I mean, look at that FACE!
And this face!
And this one!!!!
DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGGGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!Sorry. I get a little excited when I see these beautiful pups. Rizzo and Skye were two of my fosters and Charlie was my first dog ever and the one to compare everything else that’s good in the world to. (I’ll tell you all about her another time. You’ll love it. Super interesting to hear someone wax on about a beloved pet you never met that died 12 years ago. Bet you can’t wait.)
These 3 beauties had lots in common:
- They used to be good, well-behaved dogs until they came to live with me
- They were all rescued from shelters
- They were all seniors
See? I have a type. One (my husband) might say I like my dogs on the “decrepit” side. I prefer to say “seasoned.” Or perhaps, “age advanced.”
Why are we talking about dogs? Because today is National Puppy Day! Even if I’m a bit of an ageist when it comes to bringing home a pet, I am weak to the charms of puppies. I’m not dead inside, people.
You have a doggie type too, but maybe you don’t know what it is. But PuppySpot (think eHarmony for puppies) does and they make it real easy for you to find out. See?
Hmm…looks like arthritic, gray-faced fossils isn’t one of the choices. Guess I’ll have to go with Loyal Companion.
Before you run off to the shelter, just look at this face!
He’s not a puppy but his name is. Look at that seasoned muzzle! Now excuse me while I stuff Puppy into his compression stockings and mix up his nighttime Metamucil. See what you’re missing?
Happy National Puppy Day!