Me. Absolutely.
And the most amazing part of it all:
My dad has never really been on my dog bandwagon (all the dogs...all the APBTs...etc.). In fact, he always gave me grief about how they ran my life, how I could never do anything, how they were going to cause me problems or get me into trouble....I could go on.
But two days ago, the therapy dogs made their visit. The first was a beautiful rust-colored Doberman. The second was a black and white BC. The third was a fawn English Mastiff (rescue...looked like a little Dane might have found it's way into the mix). And during all that my dad did nothing but brag about me and my dogs. I was flattered. I was happy. I was sad. (my dad is in the hospital waiting to come home under hospice care....for those that don't know).
But that night, he told me how he wants me to have dogs again because he sees and knows how happy they make me. I'm currently down to two APBTs. After saying that, he specifically told me that he's hoping I will get a new mastiff (referring to the Fila....) like Jazz and that he hopes I will get the boys each a dog of their own.
So now not only do I want some pups, but I feel like I have my dad's blessing and I owe it to him to do what he wants me to do so I'll be happy again.