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This week, I’m going to do something a little different. I’m going to take a bit of a break from my usual fare to talk about something other than Brandon or the Cosmere.

This week, it's all about Harvey, my boxer puppy, and he is coming home with me today. This is really exciting for me for a few different reasons. As of now, I live alone. I don’t really feel lonely, but there are times where I feel like something is missing. Harvey is also my first dog that’s mine, not the family’s dog. It's also nice because I can't afford a fancy-pants high tech security system. Besides, dogs are the best security system nature could offer.

There’s something special about boxers. My parent’s dog (Harvey’s mom) is a great example of this. Two years ago, we had to put Ted, our 11 year old German Shepherd/Golden Retriever, down because of a tumor that had shifted inside him that was causing some serious problems. This was very sudden. The day before, he had been his normal happy self, running and playing Frisbee with the family. The next day, he had lost all feeling in his lower half, and wasn’t able to move. We took him to the vet and, ultimately, had to put him down.

We were very close to Ted, especially my mother. After we put him down, she could do little more than lie on the ground next to his grave and cry. The next day, she got a feeling that she needed to go to the pet store. Baffling as this strange feeling was, she ended up at the local Petco. She wandered through the store aimlessly for a time, and came across a woman with a small boxer puppy. Trying very hard not to cry, my mom asked this woman if she could hold the puppy. The kind woman, sensing my mother’s grief, gladly handed over the pup and listened to my mom as she related our sorry tale. Close to tears herself, the boxer’s owner gave my mom the phone number of the family who she had purchased her dog from and told her that there were a couple puppies left.

We weren’t sure if we wanted another puppy just yet. We had just lost the best dog man had known. But, we decided we could at least go look at the puppies. Where’s the harm in that? So, my mother, sister, and I made the forty-five minute drive to the breeder’s house to look at the puppies. As soon as we walked in the room, one of the puppies jumped up and ran straight to me. She pawed at my leg furiously, urging me to pick her up.

“That’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” the owner said.

“Why is that?” we asked.

“That dog has been disinterested with every other person who came to look at the puppies. She wouldn’t even move to look at them, but ran straight up to you.”

This was the sign we’d been looking for. She’d been waiting for us.

That was almost two years ago, and we’ve had Ali ever since. On April 9, she had a litter of her own, and we’ve seen similar experiences with her puppies. While all of her puppies were friendly, certain ones get extremely excited when they see their family. They know their family, and they show it.

And that’s how Harvey was with me. He picked me, and tonight, finally he comes home.

Until the flame dies down,

Austin

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