I wouldn’t normally post all of this here, I’d usually give you a link to my blog, but since I asked you guys to help me decide, I figured you deserved a full update.
And for those saying you knew I’d adopt him, you were more sure than I was. His foster mom and I were talking about other options when I finally just said, fuck it, I’ll pick him up. And here he is. I was never sure it was a good thing, but I assumed we would adapt and cope.
From my blog:
I’ve been keeping a bit of a secret..
This is Jasper, he is six years old. At the time he was relinquished, he was only around 100 lbs.
When I picked him up, his foster mom had him on his way up to 107 lbs. There is a lot to tell you about this sweet boy, but understand, he was not expected. We just seemed to be a perfect fit for him, even if I was very reluctant. He needs a pack, he clearly couldn’t be an only dog, a ranch house seems best and someone who has handled a big, strong Dane before were all needed, and well, that’s us. I took a couple of weeks to give it serious thought while his foster mom evaluated him and made sure he was gaining weight and didn’t have any serious health or behavior problems.
We had a vet visit today, and he’s a chubby 120 lbs after just 10 days here and is getting quite the booty.