We were lucky enough to find someone with Doberman puppies. They only had three males left. I'm ok with that. I'm used to being surrounded by males.
We picked out our new pup but have yet to bring him home. Unlike with Payton, I had a very hard time finding just the right name.
Hubby and I have decided on Tyson. Hubby suggested the name Pyson but I like Tyson. Also, when I picked him up, he licked my face and nibbled my ear... he likes ears! Come on... is that a Tyson or what?
Our boys don't care for the name much but I figure they will be moving out before you know it so.... it's up to Hubby and me.
I am so excited. I can't wait to bring Tyson home and make him family.
Through all the excitement I have not forgotten my dear Payton. I miss him so much every day. His loss still hurts. The pain he went through still hurts. When I think of him, I still cry when I'm alone... hell even when I'm not alone. (It's really annoying to people but I don't give a fuck.)
A cute new puppy will not take away the love I will always feel for Payton but I'm hoping it will help with the emptiness.
Because of all the moving while growing up, I didn't have a pet (for that long anyway). I had Payton in my life longer then any other furry friend. Maybe that's why I turned into the Doberman freak I am today.