This is my dog. He is half basset hound and half rottweiler, but all love and loyalty. He has 6 inch legs, a 24 inch neck, and knowing eyes that can calm me in minutes. He came into my life in January of 2006, and has been my faithful shadow ever since.
My husband was against adding a dog to our home that already housed a rabbit and three cats, but I was in love and wouldn’t be stopped. I rescued him from a no-kill shelter in SC. Once by a dog-fighting ring because he wasn’t any good at it, and once by a soldier who got deployed to Iraq, he had been surrendered. I saw him online (PetFinder), and went to visit him before going to bat for him with Hubs. When I got to the rescue, they brought him into a tiny room crowded with 15+ people, and he bolted right for my lap and started kissing my face. but he picked me right out of the crowd. I knew right away he was coming home, and the next weekend he did. He had his quirks (separation anxiety and a fetish for my favorite shoes), but we hired a great trainer (Dog Training In Your Home of Charleston, SC), and our relationship flourished.
Getting this dog may have been one of the best decisions that I have ever made in my life. He helped me to overcome anxiety attacks (every time I get close, he leaves my space, and I know that I need to calm down and reevaluate). He helped me to become friends with our dog trainer who became one of my very best friends that I still talk to just about every day, four years later. He helped me to become a dog trainer, which taught me invaluable lessons that forever changed my life for the better (read about those here and here). He has been by my side through five deployments, four moves, two pregnancies, five cancers (his – that’s why his hair is growing back on his side in the picture, btw), countless other crisis situations, and has never once wavered in his undying loyalty. He is a great co-pilot willing to travel wherever I want to go (like across the country – twice, in the passenger seat happy to sit beside me and watch the world go by. He goes by many names: Barkley, Bubba, Bubby, Dug Dug, Big Guy, Handsome Pants, and at one point even “Scuba Steve” because he didn’t want to take a bath (ref. Big Daddy – the Adam Sandler movie.), but only one really matters: Constant Companion.