He's just a dog...

Really, Bueller is much more than that. He started physical therapy last week and I shared this with a few people during every day conversation. I got some interesting looks and responses (filled with judgment)...like "wow, you must really love your dog" and "my husband would never agree to doing that for a dog." I'm sure some people think it's a completely frivolous expense, but, if your kid dislocated his shoulder would you tell him he was just going to have to live with it? Yes, Bueller is a slightly lower priority to me than Bodie (Todd may rank them differently), but he is a very integral part of our family.

There's been many times since we picked Bueller up from the breeder almost 8 years ago that we've been ready to give him "back"; luckily, he only p'd one of us off at a time so he always had either Todd or me on his side to keep him around. But through all his puppy biting (oh, he was awful), obstinancy, selective hearing, finickiness, and "talking" back, he's ours to love and care for.

He's, of course, been incredibly intolerant of the PT--won't stop running, jumping, and is rebelling against walking on leash...in other words, he continues to test our patience daily (as he has from day one). I equate his personality to that of a crabby, little bit crazy, old man who is really gruff but has a tender heart. He is what he is and we love him. Sure, I want to beat his #$% some days, but I still love him and would probably give him a kidney if he needed it.