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For more than two-thirds of my life, I’ve had a single dog.
There was Gumbo, a Bearded Collie, brought home from a farm in northern England when I was nine. Then Finn, a rascally Irish mutt who traveled the world with me and now rests in peace in my yard in Virginia. And Loafer, another rescue, a mischievous stumpy-legged Bassett and terrier mix who captured my heart after Finn departed.
A dog has always been a central part of my existence and I truly hope that the Texas sage Kinky Friedman was right in his expectation that “when you die and go to heaven all the dogs and cats you’ve ever had in your life come running to meet you.”
Last November, after relentless prodding from my teenage children, I broke the mold and got a second dog. Colby, according to his DNA profile, is mostly Pit Bull and American Staffordshire, with some Bichon Frise, Shih Tzu and Boxer thrown in for good measure.
I was full of trepidation, not least because Colby had been in a shelter for eight months—and had been adopted and then returned three times. The wonderful shelter staff didn’t sugarcoat it. Their assessment was that he was a “very busy, high energy, high motor” dog who jumped up and engaged in “destructive chewing.” Among the things this lanky beast liked to chew were hands and forearms.
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“Why change the winning formula of a single dog?” I pondered as I went to collect him. Loafer was eleven and the best dog ever, since Finn.
We decided not to change his name, in part because he’d become so used to Colby (though at during one adoption it seems he was called Angus) but also because we felt it possible we might have to take him back.
Six months later, I am so glad I took that leap of faith. I can’t imagine not having two dogs. Here’s why you should take the plunge and go for number two:
1. Makes your old dog younger
Colby arrived on the scene like a hurricane and Loafer didn’t know what had hit him. There was lots of growling from both of them and a few full-on fights. But they soon worked it out and Loafer was clearly reinvigorated. The exercise did everyone a lot of good.
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