It is funny how we end up where we are sometimes.
Ries always said we could either have one kid and two dogs or two kids and one dog. Here we are now with two very large dogs and 1.5 kids.
Pullo, on the right, loves Wicket, on the left, though he would never admit it. She is a complete pest: eats poop, never listens (except about once a day to remind us that she can in fact behave when she wants to do so), does not come to her name unless she feels like it, eats the branches off the pear tree, chews things that are not hers, and generally makes a nuisance of herself. She is a sweet, if infuriating, dog.
She is going to obedience class in January to learn how not to be so independent and pigheaded.
Regardless of her flaws, we are glad that we have another big dog in our family. Pullo has someone who will be almost his same size and who likes to play as much as he does.
Large dogs are great, though it does mean surrendering our bed during the day to them and one of the couches all of the time. They are great at warming up the bed before it is time for us to go to sleep. Our house is never quite free of dirt or dog hair, but we are always happy in it.