When we looked at the paperwork to adopt Dagwood, it said in big fat bold letters: NOT GOOD WITH KIDS
We thought to ourselves, 'perfect...we're not having kids and we don't have many close friends with kids...so...this will be great.' Then one night we went to have dinner with one of Keith's coworkers and his wife who had an infant son named Emmett. Dagwood laid down next to Emmett immediately. He climbed on his chest and grabbed at his ears and Dagwood just reveled in all of it.
We were shocked.
That was nearly five years ago.
Today I watched dozens and dozens of Moab tourists pull up to Takeout Beach after their guided river trips. A group of about 14 kids began repeatedly running from the very top of the beach down to the water and diving in to the river, shouting at the top of their lungs.
Dagwood ran alongside them for every lap, eyes wide, slack-jawed, tail wagging, absolutely overcome with joy.
When the kids would reach the water, Dagwood would prance back and forth, waiting for another lap. And the kids would come up out of the muddy river and shout, "Come on, Dagwood, come on!!!"
I stood off to the side with Bucket, damn near in tears, as dozens of parents stood fixated with their cameras and GoPros.
Dagwood was in so many people's vacation photos and videos today.
So if you happen to see a joyful little dingo running alongside some kids on a beach on the Colorado River some day...that's my dog. You know...the one who's not good with kids. Please give a shelter dog a chance. You have no idea the pure joy you're in for...