DH finally caved in for us to get a puppy. We had my son's schnauzer, Jasper until he was hit by a car about 18 months ago. He had been part of our family for 13 years. After my son graduated college and moved away, we kept Jasper. DH tried to say he wasn't attached, but truthfully I knew he was devastated when we lost him. He swore that was it... never again a cat or a dog.. NEVER! I was sad. It was the first time in my 58 years that I had been without a dog. Several weeks ago we baby sat my son's friend's French Bull Dog... what a dog.... but DH was home during the day with him... and guess what? He liked having a friend around to keep him company. I have registered at our local humane society to foster some kittens... just waiting for a call. That was going to be my way of getting a pet. DH was fine with it… after all I’d only have them for a couple weeks and he was sure he wouldn’t get attached, especially since they eventually would be a cat. We also had lost our cat “Toby” the same year we lost Jasper. Toby was really my DH’s cat. After reading a lot about service animals, I believe he could sense the PTSD. DH was really upset when the lost Toby. A couple weeks ago he started asking what kind of dogs or puppies were at the humane society. I looked on line… most were big dogs and mostly mixed with pit bull. He didn’t want a big dog. Thursday I looked in our local classified paper and found a 3 year old poodle. The girl texted me pictures, said she had to find him a home because of her 6 year old son. I told her we wanted him, we’d be come get him on Saturday. Yes I know really funny that my macho combat vet wants a Poodle! Friday night I called her and she would not return my calls or texts. DH was so disappointed.. and I was too. He was such a cute little Poodle.. already house broke… was going to be the perfect dog. I wanted another schnauzer, but DH did not. He said they were dumb. Well I found a schnauzer puppy in the same paper. Twelve weeks old. We went to meet him and it was love at first site for me, but I said we have to think about it. I knew DH really wanted that Poodle.
So we went home..A couple hours later I said I really want that puppy. So DH said well let’s go get him.
I know this is going to be so good for DH. He has not left his side since we picked him up yesterday. He laid right beside DH in his recliner. I put him in his kennel when I went to bed and he cried and cried. I finally got up… put his bed beside DH’s bed and went back upstairs. I didn’t hear another peep all night. When I got up this morning, I found him curled up on the bed with DH. He had got out of his dog bed, went to DH and barked. He had slept with him the entire night… Maybe he will help the nightmares? Maybe he’ll help the PTSD? Maybe he'll just keep him company.. Maybe he'll be my dog. Who knows, but I have a really good feeling that this is going to be so good for DH..
He’s the cutest little schnauzer… Black and silver and we named him Mac.





