Certain movies are dangerous.
My family went to see "Eight Below" the other day. Afterwards everybody thought we must, I mean, must own a dog. Why not, they are adorable, sweet, protective and smart! That's right, they are smart. Even though we just got new furniture and put in new floor, the dog wouldn't touch them, because he would know the furniture is for the humans to sit on or put stuff on.
Two weeks later, my husband and I were visiting pet adoption places. Soon we found ourselves driving home with a 40-pound dog, Brady. The good thing about him is - he is already house broken! According to my husband, that's priceless. It would be a nightmare to have a puppy in the house.
My daughter was very happy about the new comer. She screamed with the weirdest high pitch when she opened the door for us, for a moment I was afraid Brady would attack her if she didn't stop. The only calm person in the house is our son, who, after a moment's pause, timidly asked, "who is going to take care of him?" A thin thread of worry crossed my mind when I heard that.
"Oh, no, you don't have to worry, he is a dog, not a baby!" My husband sounded very experienced. My confidence immediately swelled to the maximum again. I added, "That's right, not only you don't have to worry about taking care of him, he, is going to protect you!"
The joy was immense the first day. Brady seemed to understand a lot of things that we humans do. He was gentle and sweet. He followed us around all the time. There is no doubt that Brady loves his new home very much.
(To be continued.)
