We have a dog. We have had him for just over 5 1/2 years now, Hubby and I have been together for almost 6 years. He was our first “baby”. He was a surprise to say the least, we weren’t necessarily expecting “him”. Here is his story.
We adopted him from a SPCA in Newfoundland. They were flying his litter to Nova Scotia to a SPCA/foster home to increase their chances of being adopted. We had picked out a pretty little puppy, brown and black, a Labrador, Rottweiler, German Shepherd mix. Quite a mix.
I had to drive to the airport to pick our puppy up, a 3 hour drive that I had never made before and had to do alone ’cause Hubby was working.
All I can figure was I fell in love at first snuggle when I picked up the puppy with the red collar (to separate from the rest of the litter to make sure we got the right puppy) and nervous about the long drive. I was just about home when I got the phone call that we in fact had the wrong puppy! I wasn’t turning around, so we got a him instead of a her.
I took him straight to Hubby at work and he got shown around a bit before we headed home.
We named him Luca, he is move often called Luc – because adding that last a-sound is too much for us apparently? He has also been called Dumb Dumb, Dog and I’m sure many many other things. Dumb Dumb because for a smart dog he can be rather, well, dumb at time. This name has been stopped because Austin thought it wasn’t too nice to call him that so we stopped.