When we decided we wanted a dog, it took us a long time to find a good fit. We had many needs. I wanted a good watch dog because some man walked into our house without knocking. But we needed other things, too. Our youngest, Shoshana, had been knocked down by a dog when she was a toddler and was afraid of dogs. Afraid as in climb-up-her-father’s-body-to-get-away-from-a-dog afraid. We knew the dog would be indoor, so we needed an easily trainable dog who didn’t shed too much. Lastly, we wanted to make sure our kids were old enough to be responsible and caring for a puppy and with them at ages 10, 10, and 9 we struck that chord.
We looked at local shelters and didn’t find the right fit. The dogs were either too old or too young. An older dog with low energy and continence problems wouldn’t do, nor would a puppy with no idea of their adult size, shedding tendency, or personality. Finally, we made the hard decision that we’d like to have a purebred dog to meet our criteria and began researching breeds.
It should have been a no-brainer to get a Labrador, but we still took us a while. Finally, when we made the decision, it took a while to find a puppy. I wanted a male- guard dog- and I liked the idea of a chocolate because they were rarer and so pretty. At last, we spotted an ad in the local paper and we headed over.
They had two black females and two chocolate males. We did NOT want a biter, so when I stuck my hand out to the chocolate male who came running up to us, he licked my fingers and then started biting. The other chocolate male was in standing in his crate, not quite sure what to make of us. Once he noticed his brother and sisters were cool with us, he approached. Smart boy. He licked my fingers, but didn’t once bite. He was the one. His mother was black and as his father was a chocolate, we named our new puppy Bronson- son of brown.
Bronson is one of the most expressive dogs I’ve ever seen and I’ve been around dogs since the day I was born. See below for some of his looks. Also, whenever I’m out and about walking him around town, I often get complimented on how handsome he is.
He’s fairly active, too. He loves to go for w-a-l-k-s and r-i-d-e-s. A ride is when we take them about to a field and use a ball chucker to throw a ball really far. He loves running after it and catching it. Bronson definitely earns the retriever part of his breed’s name.
And even though he’s 6 1/2 years old, he still runs and retrievers like a young dog.
One of his nicknames is Wookie. The below video is why:
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