He stayed outside and "protected" us for the bathroom breaks we took during the end of life of our treasured Basset, and when the time came to say good bye, Buddy, as we started calling him, was there for us. He helped to bridge the difficult transition from having to say good by to newly adopted Pup parents.
So, when the time came for son to move into an apartment...we took Ace into our home. What a lively character he was! The first thing I did was make an appointment with a dog trainer...one of us needed lessons on how to behave! Such a smart Pup, he graduated at the top of his class! A Proud Pup Parent Moment. Fast Forward...son has graduated, wanted him back...Mom says NO! He's ours now.
She cuddles and loves freely...but some days I firmly believes she belongs in a black and white ref shirt because she barks and howls when she believes the other 2 are out of line.
She favors her Dad over me, but I guess that's why they call them Daddy's Little Girls...when he comes home, she runs to him with helicopter tail, and you can not separate the two. So sweet!! Her favorite toy is a Mallard Duck that she proudly carries to him, and they will play fetch for the longest!
They keep to themselves during the day, napping, but venture to the den in the evening to socialize with us and the Pups. The "getting to know you" phase was dicey, but they have made friends and all is now well, peaceful and calm, except for the occasional spat for some odd reason known only to them. We have a 4:00 a.m. wake up call by Abby that I wish I could find a snooze button for, but for now, there's comfort in routine, and it's her routine.
We feel blessed to call this Fabulous 5 ours....