Paul Bax of Arnold said he was always a cat person, that is until Jenny, the rescue dog, came along.

Paul Bax of Arnold said he was always a cat person, that is until Jenny, the rescue dog, came along.

When I first met my wife-to-be in 2013, she brought two dogs into our relationship – Max and Sebastian. While I found them both cute and cuddly, I was more of a cat person.

Both dogs had various ailments, like most dogs develop with age. Upon our fourth year together under the same roof, my now-wife decided to give them both their ticket to heaven on the same day, knowing neither could live without the other and would be better off without their pain and discomfort.

After that, my mornings became quite stress free, since there were no dogs to let out, feed or take care of. Nights in bed were less crowded, and we could finally order the new carpet we had talked about since we moved into our house.

Except for my wife, my constant companion was my beloved cat, Hemi, whom I inherited from my son. Hemi is not a typical cat. She allows us to live with her rather than the other way around.

Then, the fateful day came when my wife was perusing her Facebook page and fell in love with a rescue dog named Jenny. My wife and I battled through text messages about whether we should get another dog. My defense was, “We are giving up our freedom,” “We have new carpet” and “How will Hemi react?”

My wife, who threw her leash in the ring to adopt Ms. Jenny, was told she would be considered along with the other 10 applicants. A week passed and we weren’t contacted, and my wife contemplated her worst fear: Jenny had been adopted by someone else.

So, my wife called the animal rescue volunteers and found out we were among the top two candidates to adopt Jenny. And then it happened. For whatever reason, we were chosen as Jenny’s new parents.

I had mixed feelings, and to make matters even more complicated, Jenny was in El Dorado, Kan., which meant a 7-hour, round-trip drive from their Arnold home. Finally, the day had come for us to pick up Jenny.

We survived the long drive and when we walked into the house, Jenny greeted us with a smile and a lick. She was every bit as cute as the picture portrayed her.

The whole way home, Jenny nervously snuggled to my wife’s chest, inching closer to her face with every bump we hit in the road. When we finally got home, she adapted quickly to our house.

Hemi’s reaction was what we expected, standoffish. However, after only a few days, they became buddies and have taken up squirrel watching together.

Jenny was completely potty trained, and she has claimed her spot at the foot of the bed, completely out of the way. I finally had to confess: Jenny was the perfect dog.

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