About three years ago, my cousin decided to get a dog. He wanted a dog that could ride along with him in his truck as he made service calls for his business. The dog needed to be a poodle because of his allergies. He found a breeder with puppies who talked him into taking the mom instead. That was Lucy.
But Lucy was not a very outgoing dog super sweet but shy, too and really, the job didn't lend itself to ride-alongs like my cousin hoped. Lucy ended up staying home alone a lot. So my cousin got Jackson to keep her company.
I met Jackson when he was about 4 months old. We had a little meetup at the dog park.
Such a cute little guy! And good for Lucy, who clearly relished his company.
Fast forward to today.
My cousin recognized that he was too busy to give Lucy and Jackson the attention they need. He loves the dogs, but could hardly spend time with them. I had told him more than a year ago that when Sophie died, I would be happy to take them. So today they became mine.
I thought I would wait longer, but it's been very hard having an empty house, and I knew these two would be happy here. They're good dogs.