Meet Mr. Detroit Diesel Duncan. Or Leroy, Asshat, Cleveland, DeeDee, Barney, Bubba, Bubbaloo, or whatever else J decides to call him on a daily basis. He’s a blue, Staffordshire Bull Terrier, aka Pit Bull, and he just turned 3 this month.
When we moved to Van Wert from Paulding we had the rough experience of putting J’s other dog Cooper down. We were worried that Stella would be lost without another dog in the house because prior to this we also had his brothers dog around so we started looking for another dog. I was against getting a puppy because I had just found out I was pregnant so when J found Diesel on one of the garage sale sites he seemed perfect for the family.
That’s when things got interesting. We got him shortly after New Years from a great family that said they just didn’t have the time or room for him. We quickly found out that this two year old was a handful. If left alone, he ate two couches, a recliner, a dog bed, part of an air conditioner, a piece of wall trim, Js PS4 headset, remotes, ant traps, and multiple other things then broke out a window and tried to eat my pet Rats on many occasions.
Diesel is an 80 pound cuddle baby who swears he’s a lapdog. I always say “if he fits, he sits”. If J and I are both in bed he has to be right between us and when I was pregnant he loved to cuddle my belly. He likes to stick his head around the curtain when you’re showering and he’s just overall a total character. Sweetest dog ever.
Unfortunately he doesn’t realize how big he is so we have to watch him around the baby because he loves to give her kisses but his tongue is as big as her face and he doesn’t notice that he’s too big to share her playmat.
So there you have it. Big Dumb Diesel Bub😂❤️
No comments:
Post a Comment