I rescued Jake for the same reason I rescued Melvin, to save a life. For Melvin it was more urgent, he probably would have been put down due to fewer being willing to deal with his allergies. But saving one homeless animal, makes room for the next homeless animal and that next homeless animal’s situation could be dire. Please rescue!!!!
Melvin does not love dogs as much as I do. He tolerates them. I on the other hand feel love needs to be shared so that outweighed Melvin’s vote of ‘no more dogs’. Everyone in my life knows that for every vote you get, I get two. It took four years to find Jake. The deciding factor (after the requirement that it had to be a rescue) was for Melvin to not hate the other dog. We like to aim high.
Did my hopes and dreams for them include them being as adorably cozy together as Chick and The Dude or Miss M. and Mr. B? HELL YES. Did I really think that would happen, HELL NO. The boys spend time every day showing each other their distaste for brotherhood. It can range from verbal ‘exchanges’ to looks of disgust to ignoring that the other even exists. But there are moments that make me realize that IT COULD HAPPEN…
Melvin: Why is he up here? What happened to tie-down training?
Jake: Did his stomach just rumble? Please tell me it’s not feeding time.
Melvin: Stop almost touching me. That pillow is not a cloak of invisibility.
Each time their legs would touch they would both flinch and hop up. It was stressful. And then, this happened…
I silently squealed with so much delight I thought I might burst. And then…a car drove by, they ran to the window and got into a verbal scuffle with one another. Hot damn, I’ll take it!