Meet The Pets: The Landry Edition

And now, for what I can only hope is the absolute final (for a long time) post in the Meet the Pets series, please meet Two Lowes Doomsday Defense.  We just call him Landry around here.  I'll give you non-Cowboys junkies a little history lesson - our bundle of bulldog joy is named after Tom Landry, the first coach in Cowboys history, who amassed consecutive winning seasons from 1966-1985.  Untouchable.  Who else were we going to name this pup after?  (And for those of you keeping track, he's Landry Jones Lowe.  Not after the OU quarterback.  Great Joneses.  Like Jerry.  Or Felix.)

Proudly sporting the silver and blue - Go Boys!

Surely you'll remember the day we brought this little bundle of joy home.  Who knew that sweet little baby would grow into such a lovable monster?  I'm serious.  I could write a Marley and Me-style book about the trouble this dog has caused.  But you really really can't stay mad at the Panda.  Check that face.  And the fact that he lets you dress him.  Priceless.

Here's a little backstory on how we ended up with the world's worst dog:  My parents got my brother his first dog, Emmett, for Christmas in 2009.  We Lowes, being avid animal lovers always in the market to take on more than we can handle, were smitten with this adorable puppy with an excellent personality and a penchant for snoozing the day away in my brother's lap.  Plus he was shorter than Cash, but sturdy enough to hold his own with our beloved rowdy boxer.  And really, who can resist that mug?

Emmett Angel Holloway - my neph-dog precioso

We were definitely hankering for our own bulldog after spending a week with that dude.  We quickly called the breeder and arranged to make Emmett's half-bro ours less than a month later.  And man, oh man, were we smitten.  We overlook snoring, terrible gastrointestinal issues despite his premium food, and a little bit of slobber because he truly is such a joy.

 Okay, maybe he looks a little goofy post-nap.  And when I say nap - this dog sleeps 22 hours a day.  Which is probably for the best, considering the two hours he's awake he's a total nightmare.  Maybe it's delayed and extended puppyhood, but Landry is in to EVERYTHING.  Alli's toys, our cats, whatever Cash has.  He eats, sniffs, chews on, and steals anything not nailed down.  And he's kind of an instigator.  He and Cash are best buds, but he definitely picks the fights with his older brother, only to whine loudest until Mommy comes running to break them up (usually followed with a little scolding of Cash just like Landry planned).

Cash is gagging right now.  The baby gets all the attention.

We just wuv our wittle Wanders.  But I'd be remiss if I didn't tell you, the cheapest thing we did was buy the dog.  He's been quite expensive with bouts of demodectic mange, a histiocytoma, and some serious eye issues.  Plus he can be very stubborn and training him takes a lot of patience and determination.  So please make sure you're an experienced dog owner who can spend your trust fund keeping this dog healthy.

Worth it.

And in case you missed it (or just want to relive the joy) meet Cashie, Geeg, and Queen Lola too.