Puppy Tails

After months of discussion, friendly debate and a few kicks to the shin, we decided to get a dog.

But not just any dog. A big dog. A dog that protects. A dog that makes people quake. A dog that can shower you with one big lick. A dog like an English Mastiff.

So we decided to go to rescue foundations and give a dog in need a good, loving home. But unfortunately, it was a little more difficult that we thought. It seemed like all the mastiff rescue organizations were based in the southern States (I found out later that’s because many mastiff puppy mills are down there). And the one place that did talk to us refused to ship their dog on an airplane to Toronto. Why? Because, according to them, it might harm her. That begs the question… how much in need is the dog?? And sadly the Toronto Humane Society had a huge supply of pit bulls... but no mastiffs.

Next thing you know we’re talking with a woman in Seattle. Turns out she had a puppy mastiff in need of a good home. After a few weeks of getting to know each other, she finally offered us the pup.

Next thing you know an Air Canada jumbo jet is landing and we’ve got a Mastiff in the backseat of the car.

We quickly drove home to introduce her to Lola (our other dog) and after a few minutes of playing, we saw them. Yes, them. Fleas. There were so many we could see the suckers jumping off of her.

We. Weren’t. Happy.

Needless to say George spent a good portion of his Sunday scrubbing down the dogs while I scrubbed down the apartment. After a quick trip to the pet store, we also had some flea medication.

A month has past and it looks like our war on terror was successful. Mission accomplished!