My wife and I each had cats in our lives when we were kids. I also grew up with dogs. A few years ago, we moved into a new house. Soon after, we became “cat people” with the addition of Stuart. His black-and-white coloring made him look like a fuzzy butler. Not long after, Albert came to stay. He was also black and white. Our daughter loved having these “little butler brothers.”
But we all thought it seemed right to add a dog to the family. After some discussion, we determined a good dog for us would be medium-small, about 30 pounds.
“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans,” they say. My wife, daughter, and I went to the Idaho Humane Society’s website and reviewed all the great dogs they had available. When we discovered the post with Watson’s enormous smile, beaming from ear to floppy ear, with a butler’s black-and-white markings, we couldn’t resist his happy face. What did it matter that he was more than 60 pounds? Ignoring our previous plan, we made tracks to meet this Watson.
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