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Double trouble

March 12, 2014

The first time Emily asked me what I thought about getting another dog I deflected the question.

Faithful readers will know that Emily and I have a French bulldog named Madeline. She’s getting on in years, and Emily had been reading that adding a young dog into the mix is known to extend an old dog’s life.

It was hard to argue with the logic, but the whole endeavor just sounded like a lot of work. Emily seemed determined and began sending me extremely cute photos of her holding various French bulldogs.

Growing up, I had a large golden retriever/chow mutt named Dodger. He was an amazing dog and a huge part of my childhood.

“Maybe we should get a rescue,” I offered, not being wild about participating in the puppy mill culture. “There are so many great dogs that need homes,” I said.

She agreed, but added that French bulldogs are her favorite.

Time passed, and we didn’t get one.

A few weeks ago Emily found out about a dog that needed a home. So-and-so had to move and had lost their job, and now couldn’t take care of their dog. It desperately needed a home, and quick. The best news? It was a two-year-old French bulldog named Bailey.

“It’s a rescue,” Emily said with a grin.

All of my red flags seemed to have answers…

“A puppy chews on everything.” (“It’s two years old and not a puppy.”)

“It takes a lot of time to house train a dog.” (“It’s already trained.”)

“Actually, the vet said it’s a really good situation given the fact that it’s not a puppy; it’ll be easier for Maddy to keep up.”

I was all out of excuses. Plus the photo of this little guy was pretty cute.

Emily got back to the folks that we were interested and we’d like to meet Bailey. Then we didn’t hear anything for a while. Perhaps the guy decided to keep him after all, we surmised. Perhaps his circumstances changed.

Last Thursday, they asked if we would take it for a trial run over the weekend, literally the next day. It was back on. And so I met Bailey after work in the living room of our apartment. He was definitely freaked out, but we hit it off right away and he is currently curled up on my feet. (Bailey is still at that awkward stage of figuring out his own body; I watched him sneeze, hit his head on the floor and then give out a surprised yelp.)