For the first time in many years we were completely unencumbered by dogs.
That felt liberating for about a half hour. Then we just missed Boomer. We knew we'd need another best friend.
The Farm Manager was dialled into a website where they show you dogs available for adoption all over North America. Every other day she'd demand I come and view a new candidate on her screen. Sure, all of them had attributes, but what do you really know about a dog in Texas or Colorado?
Then one day, that website features a dog at the rescue place, R&R, which is like a two minute drive down the road!
Right away you know this is gonna be different.
The dog is a Neapolitan mastiff. The FM had a mastiff before, and loves the big dogs. Needless to say, we had to have a look right away.
We get there and we're in the yard, and they let the big boy out. The big boy rears up on his hind legs to lick the FM's face... and he towers over her when he does that.
She flattens the dog with a ju-jitsu move I had no idea was in her. I figure, well, she just guaranteed we'd never get this dog. Beating up the dog you want to adopt would seem to disqualify you, to my way of thinking.
But I was wrong.
Demonstrating that you can control a dog that's bigger than you is an asset, not a liability.
And that's how Bruno joined our family.
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