My knight in shining black fur

Daughter #1 with my fuzzy hero

My husband was out of town last night. In his absence, Dexter the Dog slept next to our bed instead of his favorite spot in the hall. At some point during the night I had a nightmare…and evidently got rather vocal about it.

Enter my canine hero.

Dexter is an 80 lb. rottie mix who is absolutely NOT allowed on the furniture. But this was no ordinary evening–something was wrong. Someone (he thought) was hurting his Mama! 

I awoke from a very creepy nightmare to the sound of deep growling. Next thing I know, Dex is standing on his hind legs, front paws on the bed beside me, snarling and baring his teeth and ready to shred whatever nocturnal beastie would dare to hurt his Mommy!

He was just as shocked as I was when he saw no one else was there.

Instant embarrassment! Dex dropped to the floor, tucked his tail and hung his head in shame. He’d been on the furniture! And growling! At MOM! I got out of bed and told him what a good dog he was and hugged him tight. My pj’s smelled like dog after that, but who cares.

Every woman needs a strong defender who loves her. 😉

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…And then came Dexter.

Because my life is not complicated enough, what with working two businesses, chasing two kids and keeping a wary eye on Evil Chicken HQ, I’ve added a new element to the mix. His name is Dexter.

I am adorable, am I not?

The first thing I must point out is that I don’t do puppies. Ever. My dd is nicknamed Puppy, and that’s as close as I come. I don’t do housebreaking and chewed up shoes and that odd little puppy smell. I do grown up, well trained dogs that already follow commands.

 Well, I did. Until I saw dis face. Dis widdle, take-me-home-I’m-so-cute face. Not that he was a whim, mind you, we were already in the market for a dog. But we didn’t get a dog, did we. We got a furball with big feet.

For those that care about such stuff, Dex is a Rottie mix. (No offense to the purebred folks–but I’m partial to mutts, m’self.) He has a full length tail, and it will remain so. I think tail and ear cropping is barbaric–but that’s another post for another blog.

Based on his parents, I’m guessing he’ll be a muscular 100ish lbs. Like our last Rottie mix (rest her sweet soul), he’ll leave poop piles roughly the size of egyptian pyramids.

Can’t wait.

I know he doesn’t look like much of a family protector yet. So far he’s a blankie sucker, (although not an underwear chewer–thank goodness!), and he’s afraid of the dark. He sleeps fine by himself, but only if I leave a light on like Motel 6. In short, he’s a wuss. But he’s MY wuss, and I love him to pieces.

Even though he smells funny.

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