George is a handsome old boy. Loves to work his sniffer.
When we first adopted George, we used to walk that motherfucker twice a day. And it was no easy walk. It was a double leash, on your toes, almost jogging to keep up walk. I think that first year we had him I lost 20 pounds -- both from the incessant exercise, and the nerves of (for me) being a first time dog owner. Once, this neighborhood kid asked why I walked my dog with two leashes. I told him George was really strong and I needed the second one for back up. A couple weeks later, Mr. LKW encountered the same kid on a walk and the kid said hi to George and then looked at my hubs and said, "That George, he's one powerful dog." Needless to say, G had a reputation in the neighborhood.
Don't let George's innocent look fool you!
Needless to say, as George got older and lazier, we stopped the regular, twice daily walks. I found that 20 pounds I lost and well, things got a little complacent around the old Latchkey homestead. We started talking about getting a friend for G a couple years ago but never did anything about it. Then, back in April, we started getting serious about trying to find another dog - realizing that the old coonhound wasn't getting any younger. I wanted a nice Bluetick, or a Walker hound -- something a little smaller than George. Mr. LKW had his heart set on a Bloodhound. If you're familiar with the breed, you know that full grown, they run anywhere from 85-110 pounds of pure, destructive stubbornness.
So one day I was minding my own business, folding the never ending mound of laundry that lives on the guest bed, and I heard Mr. LKW say, "Oh no. Ooooooh no!" I looked over to see PetFinder.com up on the screen. That's never a good sign. Looking at me with those sad, droopy eyes was Miss Daisy Duke -- looking for a new home. She was house-trained, supposedly crate trained and up to date on all her shots. I had to make the call.
Daisy's adoption photo. How could you resist this face?
Fast forward a couple weeks later, we (including George) made the trip down to Lexington, MA to meet Miss Daisy. Or as I affectionately call her, Crazy Daisy. George explored the back yard of the person who arranged the adoption and Daisy followed him closely. George pretended she wasn't there. He didn't try to rip her head off so we figured it was ok to bring her home. Little did I know, our sleep ins would become a thing of the past...
Each morning at, oh, anywhere between 4:45 and 5:15am, Miss Daisy awakens us with her trademark hound bark. And like the good little trained soldiers, we hop out of bed, suit up the family and embark on a pre-dawn walk. I am not meant to see these types of times on my clock. I would have been just fine had I never been a witness to a sunrise ever again. Now I've seen more than I care to count. Some mornings I will offer Mr. Latchkey Wife large sums of money to just let me sleep a little longer. I feel like I'm tired all the time. Two dogs seems like triple the work.
Looks like she's working herself to the bone!
Since when did these dogs train me? I spend equal parts of my life trying to find a few minutes to nap, wiping drool off of every surface in my house, vacuuming enough dog hair to outfit a whole new dog, and buying dog food. Lots and lots of dog food. Not sure how you folks with more than two dogs do it. I bow down to you. I'm barely hanging on with the two. But for me, there's nothing better than snuggling with a stinky old hound -- I wouldn't trade either for the world. Well... not for the world, but maybe for a few bucks!
Not sure I could trade her for a million bucks. Total cuteness overload!
I know we have some dog lovers around these here parts. Tell me your best tip for a happy doggy household. And if there are ANY Bloodhound owners out there -- do they ever stop chewing shit up?