Before we left on vacation my mom offered to take Quincy dog. She has an only child-dog as well so we thought that would be perfect for them both. Because Quincy gets in so much trouble here and there, which I've already written about, my husband was really hoping maybe she'd offer to keep him. Everyone LOVES Quincy. He's very personable and cute.
Her two other dogs died earlier this year and left her third dog all alone. This now lonely dog had been howling everytime my mom came home from work so she thought maybe she'd think about getting another dog. That's why she wanted Quincy to visit for those two weeks to see how her dog Mancini did with another dog.
Well the howling stopped with Quincy's visit, and my husbands expectations rose. He was thinking we finally got the problem child a good home. Now don't get me wrong, he's not mean or anything to Quincy, just exasperated with his antics.
My mom said they both had a blast sharing bowls of food and beds. The only thing off limits were the rawhide bones she gave them both. Seems as tho Quincy would finish his and go after Mancini's. Yep that's my dog. He did that to the neighbor's dog across the street one Christmas. They gave their dog Nash and Quincy each a big bone for Christmas. Quincy took his home, and then came back and took Nash's and ran across the street. Seems he really likes his rawhide.
My husband says he's the most self-centered dog he's ever seen. Ya, I can see that. But.....he's so darn cute. How can I train that out of him? It's all about Quincy.
So anyhow, we come back home and took the ride to Mom's house to pick up the dog, with hubby complaining all the while, trying to get me to see the light. Wouldn't he be better off right there with a buddy to play with all the day long?
So we go in and Quincy went ballistic. He about tore my arm off, crying the whole time. When he gets excited he clamps down on my wrist and cries. He's very gentle but his whole body is doing the tail dance so he's got me moving as well.
So with the instruction from Mom that she gives Quincy a hot breakfast every morning at 5 am and he's gotten used to it, we were off. Ya right mom. I don't know what 5 am looks like. 5 am? That's nuts. Hot breakfast for a dog? I don't do that for the husband.
So we are just about home and Quincy starts panting. I figured he's just excited. Well I thought so, until he threw up all over my husband's brief case in the back seat.
Welcome Home Quincy. Let the fun begin.