For years now I have been wanting a dog, but never seemed to find the right time. I had been working feverishly hard (no pandemic pun intended) to finish remodeling my newest acquisition in Dallas. I mentioned to family that when the project was over that I would be getting a puppy; however, this happened much sooner than anticipated. "Tyson" a name which he instantly responded to became my new puppy's name when I first met him on the porch of a Maudie's restaurant that allowed pets. Christina's sister's dog had a litter of pups from which she picked out the cutest runt for us. He was tiny, walked a little wobbly, and it was love at first sight.
His colors and markings were unique from his siblings. His mother is a beagle, and after trying to figure out his father from his colors we guessed a German Shepherd or Husky. He has floppy ears almost as long as most beagles; however, he also has distinct symmetrical black markings around his eyes and nose like a Greek Cross. He loves to bite which incidentally led to him being named Tyson, after one of my favorite fighters. I'm hoping he doesn't get too large for my small home, but we think that he'll mostly likely be medium sized when full grown (only God knows).
My family loves him as well, especially my niece and nephew. He likes to take baths, which is fine by me. He loves riding in my 4runner especially when the back seats are down for him to roam. He eats every meal like it's his last, and he likes to bite. Did I mention that he bites everything? Freud would say he's in the oral fixation stage, where he learns through his mouth, plus he's teething. He seems to be gentle with strangers and children, but he's drawn blood from my hands a few times. Whenever a stranger stops to pet him and mention how cute he is, I'm instantly reminded that nature made him cute so that we don't squash him when he turns into the Tasmanian devil.
Having a dog is a step up in responsibility. I have to get up early to let him out. I make sure he is fed and doing well all times of the day. I discovered that he needs to get his energy out by running and playing otherwise he is a terror inside the house. I got him during the final few months of construction while working on my new property so he has grown up with the sounds of tools, sawdust, and tile. He amazingly sleeps though the loudest job sites. He loves to scavenge the yard to find little pieces of tile or wood to chew.
When he was about 3-4 months, I started taking him out for jogs and bicycle rides. He would tail behind for about a mile before pooping out. This would allow us to properly tire him out so that he would sleep soundly without pent up energy inside the house. After one such night, I came down to watch TV with him on the carpet. He was sitting in his crate when he sleepily stumbled out, walked over to me and gave me the sweetest hug I've ever received from an animal in my life. I was laying on my back propped up by my elbows when Tyson came over to my face, put one paw on my shoulder, then the other paw around my head and placed his head on my shoulder for what seemed like a minute. Enough time for me to melt and hug him back before he changed positions and decided to sleep between my legs with his head resting on my lap.
This dog is a construction dog as he feels right at home when I take him to Lowes or the Home Depot. He especially likes to poop at Lowes for some reason, so I bring his baggies and some napkins just in case. Everyone loves him, even my younger brother Colin who likes to remain grumpy. I'm grateful to have such a spirited young puppy in my life!