I'd like to preface this article with the fact that I am not a photographer. I apologize in advance for the lack of illustration. Hannah has added in some photos that you may or may not have seen already.
I've always been a fan of dogs. Stinky paws, excited tails - friendship and joy wrapped up in fur and topped off with wet noses.
By the time I started dating Hannah, it had been a while since I last experienced the kind of relationship that she and Tessy-girl had. Needless to say: it was only a matter of time before I was convinced that our family of three needed a fourth.
The search started and ended promptly when we laid eyes on Manny (now Edison). He had a face that expressed a deep character that I had never seen in a dog before - an almost human look to it. Not to mention he was a dead match to the resident brindle beauty.
After a deep discussion about the potential adoption, Hannah and I decided that we would take the plunge and give Ed a happy and healthy home.
First day - Ed was a bit jumpy but a saint compared to what was to come.
I'm ashamed to admit it but by day three I was wondering if we had made a terrible mistake. A 50 lb puppy (at least 45 lb of that being jaws) nipping at your ankles at every opportunity is not cute.
He challenged the hierarchy every step of the way, ate the back of my Subaru, and tortured our Tesla.
I felt horrible. Hannah and I knew that there had to be a way to make this work; we promised each other that we wouldn't give up - Ed wasn't going to see another shelter again.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, months to years (well just short of two now). Thanks to the help of Erie's dog community (special thanks to Kim at Mud Puppies, Eileen at Canine Connections, and Collin at Peninsula Pups) and the strength that Hannah's dedication inspired, I can now say that Ed is fulfilling the role that I had envisioned for him: a strong, cuddly, slobbery friend that I couldn't imagine living without. My buddy, Edison.