Rudy is a dog. A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel to be precise.
We said we'd never get a dog. We said it repeatedly. And adamantly. A lot.
And now we have a dog.
He is a super sweet and good tempered dog. Really. Like one of the nicest dogs I've ever met.
But, still. He's a dog. And we said we were never going to get a dog. Todd is allergic. I have enough other things to do!
And yet, we have him. And we adore him.
Then a few months ago he asked if he could start walking dogs since we couldn't have one. He decided he could be happy just helping to take care of other people's dogs on a regular basis. This seemed like a win win for everyone. Caleb earns money and gets to hang out with dogs, and I didn't have to get one.
But he LOVES dogs, and all of a sudden on our neighborhood fb group up popped a picture of this sweet dog who needed to find a new home due to some circumstances having nothing to do with him. And even though it was crazy, I asked for more information. And called Todd. And emailed back and forth with the owner and researched the breed. And talked to Todd. And then we met the dog.
Then Rudy came over for a play date. Then we went to California. And the day after we came home, Rudy came to live with us.
All the kids are happy, but Caleb is HAPPY. Like he glows a little bit every time this sweet dog so much as looks at him.
So, even though it means I have another kid in the house, essentially, and much more vacuuming to do, and we have to do all manner of crazy things to make sure Todd's allergies stay in check, just watching a boy and his dog is maybe one of the sweetest things I've ever seen.