I think I'm going to need all the luck I can get. If having one bruiser of a dog wasn't enough, I went out and bought a new pup this afternoon. A male, German Shepherd, (Blk & Tan) short-haired, that I named Wolfgang in honor of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. He's certainly going to be a handful, but he's a gorgeous specimen of the breed. My wife wanted to visit a pet store today, just for kicks. It was there that I first saw, and fell in love with this dog. Not like your usual pet store, this one caters to dogs only. Each puppy is in an individual baby crib and there's no touching allowed. The cribs line two sides of the store and all have a name tag, similar to what you'd find on a crib at your hospital's maternity ward. The name tags have the puppy's date of birth, breed and gender written on them. It's really a unique set-up. The first thing I noticed when I walked in, aside from my new companion, is that the place was spotless. No smells or other indicators associated with the usual pet store line-up. We live in a small, brick, cape and for those of you familiar with that particular house model, to say it's "modest" would be a bit of an understatement.
I'm not sure how we're going to manage, nevertheless I'm confident we will. Right now, he's just a baby at 2mos. old, but he'll be bigger than my other dog before long. Anyway, my wife and I are excited, and scratching our heads at the same time. Personally, I think we're both nuts. After leaving the store empty handed the first time, I went back and purchased the dog a couple of hours later. As soon as I walked into my home with him, I sternly told my wife never to suggest a visit to a pet store, ever again!