Monday, July 6, 2009
Moments that melt my heart
My husband is one of a kind. For the past few years, he has wanted a hunting dog. A German short-hair, a Brittany, a Lab - a dog that would be a great hunting companion when we head to our log home in northern Michigan.
But I wore him down. I've wanted a Bernese Mountain Dog for a long time. I started showing him photos, books and basically pleaded my case. "You don't hunt that much" and "a Bernese Mountain Dog is a member of the family,intelligent, wonderful personality..." And being the good hearted husband that he is, he finally agreed.
And seeing Scout hug her daddy and wag her tail when he walks in the door, I think it's safe to say he doesn't regret giving in to me.