My parents have Cujo. I gave him to them. I love that they have Cujo. I am as bonded to him as I am to my own dogs, and I get to see him all the time. I can also see that he has a great life. When I notice it needs doing, I cut his toenails.
My nieces look forward to seeing him when they come over. They call him their dog. I like that.
I don't bring my dogs over to my parent's house, because they have Cujo, and there is no reason to have a bunch of dogs running amok there. But I still have a dog when I am there, because there is Cujo.
They have the say when it comes to everything; training, vetting, feeding, meds, and ultimately when to say goodbye. Because i know that they love him, my mother said you couldn't get a more perfect dog, just today, I am ok with them having those decisions. He is their dog. But that doesn't mean I am not one of his special people. I always will be.
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Last edited by selzer; 11-14-2012 at 06:15 PM.