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I saw Marcus walking with his other Dad this morning.

I had been grocery shopping and they were crossing the street on the way home.

He is a handsome dude.

The dad, of course. That is who I meant!

But the dog is a beaut also. He has great presence. He has a bit of swagger. Airedales are like that. Proud of their heritage and their own selves.

We are at about a week of living with us.

He moved right in.

He is very comfortable here. He sleeps all over the house, he doesn't really beg around food although he will remind you that he is there. He has slept all night from the very beginning. And he does not bark. They told us that was the case.

He is not as big as Booker was. Twenty pounds less. But his spirit is so big we do not notice the size difference although when I passed them on their walk this morning he was clearly smaller than our last aire-boy.

He has had a well trained up bringing. The no-begging is a start. He also stands still for a harness, walks without pulling only gentle reminders necessary.

He is stuck on birds. He would really like to have one for his own. He will chase them but the bird is so startled by this 70 pound monster bearing down that the bird is automatically gone. Reflexes are all. Self preservation.

He has been a companion since he arrived. He is always there. Totally present.

I don't have any bad things. He has lived in a family so he understands divided loyalties and therefore charms both of us. We do not demand any priorities so it is up to him but I have no feeling at all that he is with John and not me. Also the other way round.

He loves head scratches of course. He is big on petting. He does not slide over our legs. Yet.

We are very grateful and happy that he has come to live with us.

No that is not him but that is how he looks.

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