Well, while we were in Cali and Brody was in NY with Mr. Fantastic' s Aunt, they got a new puppy. Daisy, she is a spaniel poodle, and the cutest thing! So, Brody quickly became close buddies with Daisy, she was just a little 8 week old puppy at the time, so she was just his size. Did I mention that Brody is only 6 pounds or so? When the time came for Brody to go home everyone was depressed. Daisy was depressed her buddy was leaving, Brody was depressed, he was loosing a playmate and Mr. Fantastic' s Aunt was depressed because Daisy was about to start chewing on her in stead of Brody!
So after several weeks of watching Brody mope around, tail down, ears flat, I was a little concerned. Mr. Fantastic and I discussed the possibility of getting another little dog, so Brody wouldn't feel so alone. We quickly agreed that when and if an opportunity came we would take it.
Little did we know that opportunity would come knocking about a month later. The crazy dog lady or so she is known at our house, called and asked if we would consider taking a small pom, that she NEEDED to get rid of. That kind of ties back to how we got Brody, I think that she genuinely thinks that she is doing the right thing by having all of these dogs. She's not a bad person, and personally, I think her heart is just a lot bigger than her wallet. None of these puppies have had shots or seen a vet, but they are perfectly groomed. So I think she does what she can, but ultimately knows that she can not do what they really need, so she gives them away.
Either way, I called Mr. Fantastic and explained the situation. Knowing the conditions of her house we decided that we couldn't leave him there, yes..... we are saps.
So I drove all the way out and picked up this tiny little puppy. He looked like this when we first got him.
Now, to be fair I must say that Brody was a sweetie from the moment we got him, but he didn't seem to know how to act like a puppy. He didn't chase balls, he barely barked, he didn't beg or sit when asked. He didn't know how to play at all. After being surrounded at all times by so many dogs I can only guess that he didn't have the opprotunoty to behave like a puppy. He was almost like a shy kid. With the introduction of Hooper, life for Brody changed and in a big way!
Suddenly he was all about playing and wrestling and running around the couch like it was a race track. It totally brought out the puppy in him.
More about the trials of Hooper tomorrow! Sure, he looks cute here.... looks can be deceiving!