When I first met Curtis, he had to have one stipulation before we started dating and that was a "non stinky police cruiser and k9." Yes, I know that is quite strange but a man that does not care for his vehicle or pet could obviously not be a good future Husband or Father. Lucky for him his truck was spiffy clean and the dog did not smell.
So he got a second date.
Many dates later I became a Mommy to Gunner. What, Gunner calls me Mom? Of course he does. He is one of my babies, even if we do have a love/hate relationship some days. His shedding hair drives me up the wall.
When my Husband walks out of the door with Gunner half of my heart leaves with them. I worry about both. Gunner is Curtis' partner, his buddy and he always has his six (back) and that is SO important to me.
When he is at home, he typically stays in the garage on his bed unless I go out to do laundry then obviously he has to come jump on me to say hi. Or when Curtis goes out to get a uniform, he gets so excited and Curtis yells to him to stop but G man talks back. Seriously, he will bark back at him - cracks me up! The kids love him to pieces. Last year, I got a note from school about how Charli was talking about her "big brother Gunner." He is truly a big spoiled baby.
Watching Gunner train for work or while he is on duty has made me love him that much more. He is a total different fur babe. He barks non stop when someone approaches the cruiser, no matter who it is. (Minus Charli, she is the only exception.) His love and protection over Curtis (and all of us) melts my heart, even if play fighting is not excepetable around him because it makes him super confused.
Although, he may tick me off a lot, and scratch the fire out of me. I appreciate, love, respect and cherish the days that we have with him.