It has been a long road

Roscoe came into my life about a month after he was born. A couple at church had a litter of puppies and book club was at her house that month. I fell in love right away. (Adam not so much) I came home that night telling Adam about these adorable fluffy puppies that were house trained. He automatically said no. A couple of weeks later the couple came up to me at church and said that they still had the puppies and wanted to know if I was interested. I said yes, and once again Adam said no. A week later the puppies came to visit me at my house and I fell in love all over again and Adam did not. He had a list of reasons: He doesn't want a dog in the house. Missi will eat it. The house will smell. And on and on. After a little persuading (nagging) he finally gave in and said " I don't care, do whatever you want!" and I went and got my puppy.

 

This was the night we got the puppy. As soon as we left Adam didn't talk to me, and he continued to give me the silent treatment for a week. So that was a quick lesson for me on "I don't care!" really means I do care, but I want you to quit persuading me. Trying to fix what I had done, I told him he could name the puppy and he came up with Roscoe. The bonding started, but the problem was, the bonding was between Roscoe and myself. Not Adam and Roscoe. I tried....

Roscoe tried. I tried harder....

Note to self, a man holding a little white dog on a leash in public does not help him like the white dog.  But we kept trying...

Maybe the bonding is working. They are both smiling, or maybe it is Roscoe gasping for air and Adam smiling. I'm going to go with they are both having fun and learning to like each other.

Maybe not, As quick as they rise, they fall. And once again a grown man is caught in a picture holding the little white dog and not liking it.

If you tilt your head just right and squint your eyes and in dim light this picture is a display of love between the men in my life. Adam is in his element which could have been my problem all along. Put Roscoe in a dirty truck that smells like manure and Adam will fall in love.

After several month, a few accidents, and lots of buttons ate. Roscoe has earned a place in Adam's heart. Adam calls him his "lunch buddy" and "little fluff fluff". These are the men in my life. Each special in their own way. The bond that connects them these days is a nap with a snuggie on a couch. Maybe there is not much difference at all.

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