The phone rang while I was out walking with ALICIA363 in the afternoon sunshine. It was my son and I promised to call him back later. I was particularly interested in finding out whether he'd followed through on a particular project which should help with his self-care.
So after Ace headed home, I returned his call, only to roll immediately to voice mail. So I nuked my supper and flipped on the news, only to be saved from that nonsense by the bell... the phone call returned. He was on the road, bringing home his new friend, who is tentatively named "Carl Rogers" for the psych method known as "unconditional positive regard".
He brought Carl over to my house, and here I am holding him. Carl is 8 or 9 weeks old, just on exclusively solid food for about a week now, and obviously has been handled a lot and with much love. "Guess what breed." He wouldn't tell me... he'd been looking at labs. Black colored, soft ears, could be... "Mom, look at the face"... sure enough... the almond-shaped eyes aren't quite there yet, but Carl is a GSP mix.
I think I'm giddier about this new addition even than my son is. As a grand-dog, I won't have the need to be quite as energetic, as the next generation down has the reins of training. Little Carl was content to cuddle, and after I handed him back to my son, he promptly sacked out, right there in his new Daddy's arms. Ahhhh!
They are now on their way home, with a couple of dishes for food and water donated by "gramma", and a couple of old ratty towels added as bedding to the crate Carl is riding in. He's adorable, I'm in love, and I think my son is, too.
May the man and his dog have many good years bonding as only man and dog can do. And in the process, son will probably take better care of his own health, for the sake of the baby.