I have been living here for a year and a half and have been yearning to have him come to live with me, but due to my job and living situation, it just wasn’t possible. Now that I am living so close to work and was able to find a place that is pet-friendly, the reality of having him here with me is finally (almost) here.
He’s been living with mom and dad this whole time and they always said to me, “As soon as you are in a place and situation in which you can take him, he’s all yours.”
Hint hint, nudge nudge.
Every so often when talking with them on the phone, I would say, “Are you SURE that you will let him go?” and I was always reassured that he was mine when I wanted him. I know that they are very much attached to this guy and I am starting to feel this immense sense of guilt for taking him away…but they say it’s OK. My dad is going to miss his walking buddy and my mom is going to miss her security guard; that much I can definitely guarantee. You never have to worry about anyone or anything mess with you when Axel is around. I mean, I saw the guy take on a bear once…I feel pretty good right now about the neighborhoods’ feral hippies.
|Daddio and the Magoo|
The thing with this breed of dog is that they pick someone. From the moment they enter a family, they pick one person who is “their person” and they are bonded to that person. Axel picked me and every time that I go home to visit the family, he basically acts like no one else exists except for me. For this reason alone I feel good that we will be all right. As long as we have each other then everything should work out.
Also as long as he doesn’t eat my landlord’s cat. That’s a pretty big make-or-break living situation around here.
My main big thing that I need to take care of is finding a part-time dog walker. I work 12 hour days so I need someone to walk him at least once a day. I have a few options at the moment and am planning to meet his (likely) future walker next week. Fingers crossed that they get along all right!
But c’mon. Who wouldn’t love that face?