Of course, he was cute, he was a puppy. We went back to her place and left him, forlorn in the enclosure. I called Gary my husband and said, "I'm getting a puppy."
His reply? "We don't need another dog."
I said, "We don't NEED a dog." That decided it and the next day I went back and Scruffy was mine. Sometimes, you don't have to think of a name for a pet, you just know who he is. That's how it was with Scruff.
He was three and a half months when I got him and I didn't realize how little he would be. Scruffy is maybe 10 pounds, now that his dental issues have been resolved. He's small but he is a real dog. His favourite thing in the whole world is his walk and he goes at least a couple of miles every day. Magpies, watch out. Crows, be careful. And if he ever saw a gopher...
Our Jack Russell was definitely NOT impressed when Scruffy arrived. Jealousy made her hate him; Gary and I made her tolerate him. After seven years, they are companions. Scruffy was persistent. It only took him five years to convince her to let him into her basket, sometimes.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.