Because we already had a dog, Jimmy, we were now a two dog household and Jimmy did NOT want a baby brother. Eventually, happy-go-lucky, bite his ear as he passed by, Bear became Jimmy's target for extreme jealousy and bullying. Jimmy was constantly in a "GRRR" state. I kept a blue plastic bat nearby to bonk them as they were in a fight or on the verge of a fight at all times. (Don't judge, I didn't bonk them too hard.) Bear was passive aggressive and too playful for Jimmy. There came the day that alpha male Jimmy had to submit to baby brother, Bear. This only fueled his"GRRR." His disgrace led to depression. Jimmy was a depressed and angry dog.
Eventually our aging "Jimmy" (Jack Russell/poodle mix - jack-a-poo) moved in with my parents. He has been a godsend. They love him and he is happy, happy, happy! He is the best, gentle companion. Never ever does he "GRRR!" Jimmy is the epitome of the lapdog. He is my mother's shadow. Waits at the door to have his feet wiped after being outside. My mother is very clean. His manners are impeccable. He sits at their feet at the table never barking or begging for food, yet his eye and flared ears say, "Please." He is the best "dust buster" there is for food crumbs! No one can play ball like Jimmy. He's the Pele` of soccer dogs. He can even bounce the ball on his nose, possible part seal. He will play fetch with my dad and tosses the tennis ball up on his lap so my dad doesn't have to bend over to pick it up. He does shed (remember my mother is Mrs. Clean) but he does bring her his own brush to be groomed. He likes to be clean, too.
Insurance companies ask if you have a pet as they know pet owners live longer and healthier lives.
Here's to pets!