When my sister and brother-in-law were deciding on what breed of dog to get, he insisted on one he is “not embarrassed to walk.” They decided on a beagle. My sister unabashedly explained, “Like Snoopy!”
Interesting choice.
My partner Bob has a pickup truck and is outdoorsy, so he thought a golden retriever or labrador would be a great choice for us. Of course, he couched these suggestions in terms of he “wants me to be safe when I’m out walking the dog alone.”
For men choosing a breed of dog, some questions to consider:
We got a whippet, C-Biscuit, who tries to run away from riding in the truck, won’t walk through puddles, when set loose to hunt the “bunny” at racing practice ran into Bob’s arms instead, and seems to be a fashion hound. When people ask about our dog, Bob loves to boast, “Whippets run 35 miles an hour!”
Bob adores Biski, but did request that our second whippet be: “A boy. A little bigger. A truck dog. Who can race.” But when we got to the whippet ranch, he fell in love with Machu Picchu. A borderline pocket dog.