When we walked into the shelter, I had one rule—our next dog had to be a girl.
We’d just lost our beloved 12-year-old, and I thought another female in the house would be nice.
But then my two-year-old knelt beside a quiet pup. No barking, no jumping—just calm, patient stillness as he curled under my son’s arm and stayed there. My older boy looked at me and said, “Mom, I want him.”
I reminded him of our “girl dog” plan. He didn’t budge. And when I saw how gentle that little dog was with my youngest, I knew he was right.
We brought him home. Even after recovering from a respiratory infection, he kept that same sweet, steady nature. Today, he’s grown into a loyal guardian for his two boys.
I went in looking for a girl—but we walked out with exactly who we needed. ❤️🐾