What about Bob?

Here it is guys!

A couple of weeks ago, I told the story of my parents living their entire lives dogless, only at the age of 60 to take the plunge and adopt a rescue dog who literally was hours away from being put down. I received so many comments after posting Sweetie’s Story because at the end of her longish post, I had no room to tell you the story about her brother: Bob.

Before I go any further my mom wanted me to show Sweetie’s picture from the Kansas Humane Society when they picked her up after living on the streets.

When I said she didn’t even look like a dog I didn’t exaggerate.

Here is Miss Fancy pants now, after being spoiled rotten by my parents. She’s not a very feminine looking dog, but my mom is in denial.  She thinks if she dresses her in enough pink velvet, she will become a show dog.  For more photos of Sweetie, you can always refer to the prior post.

Sweetie was thriving with my parents. Like I said .. never one accident, and she was so smitten with my parents. The only issue they had was when they left for work, she had major separation anxiety. She would chew up their shoes or anything that had their scent.

They asked for my advice, and I told them a good way to stop this was to get her a buddy.

Now just getting one dog was a huge deal for my parents, and it was going great. But two dogs could either make things a lot better. or a lot worse.

Back we went to the Humane Society, to visit with a miniature white schnauzer who was incredibly handsome. His owners gave him up because they had a baby and no longer wanted him. He was about the same size as Sweetie, and he had a really sweet disposition, and big eyes that screamed IAMSOINLOVEWITHYOU TAKEMEHOMEWITHYOUNOW PLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASE even though we had just met.

So into the car he went, not having any idea how this was going to turn out.

We walked through the front door with him and held our breath. Would they try to kill each other? After a few minutes of thorough  rump-sniffing, they started to chase each other through the house.

They were instant buddies!

So onto a name for this guy. The name his previous owners had given him was Bob. Well no one thought he looked like a Bob, so we picked out two different names and tried them out to see which he liked better.

We called out Winston! Winston! Here Winston!

He just sat there looking at us like we were stupid — you know that sideways head-cock that says “I know you’re saying the most important thing I’ve ever heard, but I have no idea what you mean.”

We tried again, Jasper! Jasper! Come here Jasper!

Nothing. Nada.

So then we called Bob! and of course he came flying over.

So like it or not, he was Bob.

Ever since that day, Bob and Sweetie have been BFF’s. Sweetie immediately stopped chewing things up.

She is definitely the alpha dog though. Bob follows her everywhere, and won’t even go potty until she goes first.

Bob loves laying in his bed, and while my parents watch TV, Bob lays on my mom’s lap while sweetie lays with my dad.

My parents take them to Dairy Queen to get “puppy cups” through the drive through.  They take them to the church annually for their pet blessing. And they even take them to see Santa every year.

They are good for my parents’ health too.  They’re diligent about taking them for walks everyday, and the dog’s have helped to lower their blood pressure a bit in return.

Three years ago if you asked me if I could ever see my parents going to a dog park and buying matching dog Halloween costumes, I would have told you that you were crazy, but I think they’re a match made in Heaven.

Bob and Sweetie couldn’t live without each other, and now my parents couldn’t live without them.