My Fuzzy Buddies

A friend of mine called me and told me his girlfriend had puppies she needed to find homes for. He knew my dog just passed away. At the same time, I was in the process of moving. I made plans to look at the puppy he thought I would be interested in.

When I got there, he showed me a puppy. It was a boy. He was dark chocolate, and his fur was so soft. He handed him to me, and he was a wild little thing. I handed him right back and told him I was too old for a puppy like that.

We stood there talking for a moment. I kept looking at the puppy. He was so cute. He just seemed to be too much for me to handle.

As we were talking and laughing, I started hearing a crinkling sound. It sounded like a potato chip bag. No one seemed to pay attention to the sound. I had to see what it was. It sounded like it was coming from their car.

I look inside and see a little puppy butt sticking out of a Dorito bag. It was so funny! He was a light brown color. I looked at them and asked if I could check the puppy out. They did not mind.

I went into the car and the puppy did not stop reaching into the bag. I grabbed the puppy, picked him up, and noticed he was a boy. He was so calm when I picked him up with the bag on his head. It was a shock he did not freak out.

I held him, took the bag off of his head, and fell in love. He was so calm.

Now that I am interested in him, I have to give him the "Puppy Test". I grabbed the skin on his neck with my right hand and took my left hand from under him. Hanging in the air, he just hung there, and had no reaction. He was not tense, did not look frightened, and did not move everywhere. Unbelievable!

I decided to keep him because he was so perfect for me. His name is Harley and is half Pit Bull and half Labrador. He is fifteen years old now.

Years go by and he ends up having puppies with a girl dog next door. I saved one for my boss. He was so cute, I wanted to keep him, but I cannot keep every dog I see.

My boss met him and felt no connection. He told me to keep the puppy because he had a bond with me. I thought that was normal because I had them to find them new homes. I thought my boss might like him because I felt the puppy was an old soul. He acted like a grandpa. He was always sleeping and too himself.

After interviewing a few more people, I decided to keep him because I felt I would be able to give him more freedom. The people I interviewed would have had him caged up almost twelve hours a day, maybe more. I just could not let go.

So, I decided to keep him. His name is Jake and is three-fourths Pit Bull and a quarter Labrador. I have had him since birth. He is ten years old now.

When Harley was about nine and Jake was four, I decided to help my friend find a puppy a home. She was not a dog person. She said she tried to have a dog because of her daughter.

She decided in less than twenty-four hours to not keep the puppy.

I told her if she could drive the puppy to me, I will find him a home. She brought him to me that night. He was so tiny. I could not think of him going to a shelter.

I knew Harley would be okay. He had puppies before, and he does not even chase cats. Jake, on the other hand, was the baby. I knew that would be an issue.

Her daughter named him Papa. He is a medium sized Cheweenie. It was hard to change his name because he was used to it. So, I figured the next owners will name him.

Time went by and I fell in love with him. I was hoping Jake would come around.

One night, I was cooking and heard noises coming from the other room. Jake and Poppy were playing! When they saw me, they froze, then acted like they hated each other all over again. Hilarious!

All three of my fuzzy buddies get along and I love it! I would not change it for the world.