As much as it hurts, I am finally accepting that I will probably never see Chomper again. I am convinced someone took him. Even if that's not the case, it makes me feel better thinking that at least he's out there somewhere being taken care of [by puppy thieves, but alive nonetheless]. I'm afraid we'll never know for sure.
Surprisingly, Randy and Jake seem to miss him as much as I do. The guys who complained constantly about his rambunctious behavior, barking, crying, chewing, digging, jumping, everything. But I knew deep down they loved him too. We all agree the house is much too quiet without a crazy canine to keep us entertained and on our toes. A piece of our family is definitely gone, and while we can never replace our first dog, we are thinking about a new puppy.
Our friends have two American bulldogs and Randy fell in love the moment he saw them. He's been talking about wanting one ever since, but I wasn't so sure. My first puppy love was a little black lab mix and I thought I'd be a lab girl for life.
Then I looked up American bulldog puppies... and now I just may be ready to give those brindle patches and wrinkly underbites a chance. When it comes to cute puppies, it doesn't take much to win me over.
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