Cody and I are (at times) proud owners of two dogs: Hendrix and Bacon.
Bacon is an 4-year-old Olde English Bulldog, and Hendrix is a 6-year-old Yorkie Terrier, who most will tell you is cat-like. Bacon runs our house – we have spoiled him from the beginning and now we have to live with the monster that we have created. He is too strong for his own good, and is a bull in a china shop.
Hendrix too behaves poorly, but because he is so small he hardly gets noticed. He is epileptic (my seizure buddy), and has the worst breath you have ever come across. They both have HORRIBLE manners, they don’t listen very well – selective teenage hearing, if you will – but we love them!
Hendrix and Bacon
This week in our house we have a guest. She is the same age as Bacon, and in fact she came with us to pick up Bacon when we got him. She belongs to our very good friend Brandon, who is currently travelling in the UK. Her name is Billie-Jean!
The Beautiful Billie-Jean
Billie and Bacon’s track record has not always been the best. They have been known to run away together down the main street of our town – gallivanting around, wreaking havoc on all the unsuspecting citizens!
The first day with Billie was a restless one. Neither herself or Bacon knew what to do with each other – and Hendrix just tried to stay out of the way.
Intense stare down
Things have since settled down and Bacon has realized he now has a friend his size who won’t screech uncle every time he tries to play with them.
Previously to our puppy-sitting adventure, Cody has stated he would like to get another dog – another mouth to feed, more poop to clean up after, and someone else to take care of if they got sick. I have expressed my concerns; however, he was adamant that we could handle it, saying it wouldn’t be as bad. Although this week has been anything but ordinary, it has changed his mind about that third pup joining our homestead permanently…
…at least for now.