TEX!!

Yesterday, Taylor and I buzzed up to Orem to get him a new puppy.

He had a Jack Russell dog for 10 years. When he went back to Texas for Nick's wedding, he left Charlie (the dog) in my care. Charlie was not very happy. Taylor brought him to our place right before he left. The dog was not use to kids and Jax was very playful with him. Chuck was looking out the window every two minutes. He wasn't doing too well. Taylor left on a Friday morning. Charlie had been living at the mill in the dog house and dog run that Taylor had set up for him when they first moved here to Gunnison. So, our house was a new place for him. Jax was making him mad, and he missed Taylor SOOO much. Chuck only listened to Taylor too. He ended up biting Jax twice and snapping at me a few times. Jax was really sick the Wednesday after Taylor left. We were taking Charlie down to Gunnison to put him back into the dog run at the mill because we were going to stay at my mom's and Charlie had bit Jax. I just couldn't have it anymore. I pulled into the mill and up to his dog house. He knew EXACTLY what I was going to do and he wasn't gonna work with me. He growled and snapped at me when I tried to get him out. I then opened the other day so maybe he would see that it wasn't facing his dog house. He ran for a while and then just ran off. Jax was crying because he was so sick. He had a fever and strep throat really bad. Usually when I have watched the dogs before, they will run around for a little bit and stubbornly come back to their living quarters. Chuck was nowhere to be seen. I had looked for him for 2 hours that night and just gave up because I needed to get home to my sick boy (i had my brother bring me a leash and take Jax back to my mom's). Well, the next morning I was on my way to work from my mom's. I pass the mill on my way to work from there. Right after I passed the mill, I saw something I sure didn't want to see. Charlie had been hit the night I tried to put him in his house. I lost all composure. I was bawling. I pulled over and turned around and drove past it again because I didn't want to believe that it was him. I lost all train of thought, responsibility, and sense. I was hysterical. When I went in the door to my mom's she knew what had happened before I could tell her because I was crying so hard. I tried calling Taylor but he didn't answer. I guess his phone was on silent. So, I called his mom. I'm pretty sure she couldn't understand a word I was saying. She then got ahold of Taylor for me. I felt so bad. He held up really good and was really strong about it. I had to go to his work and ask some guys he worked with to bury Chucky Boy for me because I am a girl and just don't deal with that stuff. Kelly, Taylor's boss, was very good about this and took care of it right away. I finally made it to work that day and got my mind off it for a while. My mom watched Jax since he was so sick and I missed the day before that. On my way back to my mom's after work, I saw the scene of the crime and lost it again. Oh man. That was so hard. Then when Taylor came back from Texas, we went to get his truck at the mill after getting him from the airport. We went to his grave and I was a mess again. I will still cry sometimes if we bring him up and reminise about things he would do. I feel so so bad about it. That was Taylor's best buddy since the 8th grade.

Since I feel responsible for the whole thing, I got Taylor a new puppy. He had been looking online and didn't really know what he wanted. We went to my uncle Matt's for Thanksgiving and they had 5 week old golden retrievers. The dad, Beackam, is BEAUTIFUL and HUGE. Taylor fell in love with him and wanted a male puppy. Here he is.

I love him so much. He has the first pup to leave the bunch. His collar is black with golden stars. It matches him perfect. I love it. Taylor is in love with him. Jade is a little jealous but that's okay. She just wants to play and box with him but he is too little. Soon, he will be able to kick her butt. Haha.