Everyone Needs A Hero

We lost our German shorthaired pointer two months ago. I kept saying I had a hole in my heart that only another dog was going to fill. My husband and son said we needed to wait, to mourn, to leave an acceptable amount of time before entertaining a new canine. My blood pressure was up, my emotions were down, my job was consuming my life in a very negative way and I told my husband I needed a diversion - I needed a dog - so he agreed.

There was an add in the e-classifieds. A family in the city bread their Pyrenees, St Bernard with a large Lab and had 8 puppies. The mom had had after birth problems so the puppies had to go asap as mom had lost her uterus and her interest in the pups. The family was in a two-bdm apt. I called and got a puppy.

Never knew what a Pyrenees was (I had had Labs and was familiar with other large breeds but not this one). The pup we chose is classic Pyrenees except with a short haired tail. I went on the internet and learned about the breed and realized he is my hero and I likely his.

He is 19lbs at 2 months and learning about the sounds of the ocean and eagles and ... our lives and home and friends and foe. It seems a perfect match and we could not be more pleased.