Sadie, though, is an angel compared to our previous dog, The Mighty Quinn. Quinn was found along with his brother (Coolidge) on the mean streets of Washington, DC. Brendan and his then roommate, Sam, adopted the puppies - a mix of black lab and great dane. A noble idea, but since the guys were both chefs who worked 15 hour days, often six days a week, they were never home to properly train the dogs. It also didn't help that they lived in a run down townhouse on the VERY shady side of Capitol Hill that they didn't care about. So, the guys let the dogs run amuck in the house. Quinn's destructive abilities are legendary. Before he was six months old he ripped up several sofas, ate drywall and chewed countless chair legs and shoes.
|Quinn as an old man|
When our oldest daughter, Catie, was born, Quinn was freaked out. He didn't like that we were constantly carrying something and would jump up, trying to get the bundle we were cradling. Her cries were a new sound and he didn't like them. He would have never intentionally hurt her, but his head was larger than her entire body and so when my parents offered to have Quinn come live with them, we accepted. Brendan drove Quinn to the NC state line to meet my parents, crying the entire way.
|Enjoying the woods|
While living with my parents, Quinn ate yet another couch, some more drywall and a garage door. He destroyed a screen door during a thunderstorm. He was terrified of thunderstorms. He could open gate latches so my parents padlocked the gate. He ate the chain link fence itself in order to escape! He ran out into the road and was hit by a truck. That time, he didn't get up - my Dad and brother had to load him onto a trailer that was hitched to the riding lawn mower to move him. The vet said a smaller dog would have been killed. Quinn recovered but had arthritis in his shoulder from that point on.
The larger the dog, the shorter their life span and dogs Quinn's size have an average life span of 9 years. Quinn lived to the ripe old age of 11. When he was too weak to get up and no longer wanted to eat, the vet recommended that he be put to rest. My father went with him and held him til he passed, crying the entire time. Quinn was a good dog and we were all devastated to lose him last fall.
|A gentle giant with the kids|
I told her I'd ask around to see if I knew anyone who wanted a puppy and could she tell me a bit about it? She sent me a picture of this for pete's sake.
And so now we have a puppy - Jasper. He's about 10 weeks old and shows a great proclivity for destruction. In just 10 days, he has chewed through two dog leashes, put a hole in a dog bed, gnawed on a kitchen chair leg and destroyed several dog toys. He's chewed on several shoes, torn a hole in one of Evan's shirts and chases the chickens every chance he gets. He doesn't like thunderstorms and he can find any tiny scrap of "people" food that may fall or be unsupervised. He's only about 18 pounds right now and we're not sure how large he'll be. We can see several different breeds of dog in him - lab, border collie, some sort of hound, maybe some terrier? His final size will depend on what he got from which breed. He'll certainly not be anywhere close to as large as Quinn but I have a feeling he'll make a name for himself in the naughtiness department.
Earlier today, Brendan said that he knows Jasper is his own individual. However, he's feeling a bit like Jasper is Quinn, come back to us in miniature form. A foundling black puppy with a penchant for destruction and a fear of thunderstorms. Dog deja vu, I guess. Welcome home, Jasper.