My first husband and I found the best dog ever at the Cincinnati animal shelter two years before I even thought about having kids. We had just moved to a suburb that was in a rough part of town (understatement). I thought a larger dog would make me feel safe and would provide protection for us and our little chihuahua.
My husband immediately bonded with a very happy and energetic dog, who jumped up and down in its cage. I kept walking.
At the last cage, I saw her. She looked me in the eye and then shook my hand through the bars. "This is the one," I said, and my husband agreed. We named her Lucy. She was a mix of lab, German shepherd, and golden retriever. She was 80 pounds, a full grown dog, and she didn't jump once.
On the way home in our very small car, she got nervous and panted a lot, but she wouldn't go for the windows. Instead, she perched herself in the floor of the back seat with her head between us on the center console. I climbed into the back seat (yes, while the car was moving - I was much younger then) and hugged her for the rest of the drive home.
She must have been happy with us because she went from 80 pounds to 110 very quickly. Her neck was extraordinarily large, so we couldn't keep a collar or even a harness on her. Instead of being an awesome watch dog, she loved people and would snuggle with anyone that came to the door while the chihuahua snarled and growled behind her.
Even though she loved us and was happy, she executed countless escapes with our chihuahua. Escaping was her passion.
Lucy was the best dog ever. If my kids read this, they will cry because they miss her even more than I do.
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