Indiana came to us when he was barely six weeks old. His exuberant puppy behavior had me wrapping curtains up and tying them in knots to keep them out of his reach. My plan was for him to be a therapy dog. I joke that it worked because after I got him, I needed therapy. His enthusiasm for all people seemed to be a good trait until he wouldn’t stop jumping up and nipping. They were loving nips but not acceptable for a therapy dog.
He recently became sick and didn’t get over it after a few days, so we went off to the vet. Four medicines and three weeks later, he is finally well. This fur buddy means so much to me, and until recently, he was MY dog. Now he’s decided my husband is his person. So even though I may take a back seat with his love, I still think he’s the greatest.
Do you have a fur baby? Or a special pet that has stolen your heart? The only thing I’d change about Indy is his size. He should’ve been around eighty pounds, but he rounds out around one-hundred twenty. Too big to put in the sink for a bath as our neighbors do for their adorable little Yorkie. Some days he drives me crazy, but other days his doggy face makes me smile.