3 is truly a magic number when it comes to dogs.
When Mr. 99 came into my life, he had two, we added a greyhound and life took on a harmonious synchronicity that was for lack of a better word, incomprable. So much so, that when our beloved Golden passed on to the clearing, the house took on a delfated and sorry shadow of emptiness and it wasn’t very long before we added a yellow lab puppy to restore the Triad of the 99 Boys to it’s former glory!
Pros, when you have three, they take care of, nurture and play with each other, things ebb and flow, so if someone isn’t feeling so awesome, the other can take the weight. There’s an interesting dynamic to their little pack, and honestly, two is company, but three is a pack and dogs will thrive in a healthy pack! It’s a whole other gear!
Cons, be ready for food, vet, grooming and any other bills to go up by half, with a cumulative 291 lbs of dog in our home, food is at a premium, be ready to take feeding to a new level as is required. As harmonious and in sync as your mini-pack will be, they will wreak havoc in their own little way, respect whatever bizarre mission they’ve come up with and carry on, our rule is, as long as it doesn’t stain the carpet or piss off the cat, it’s a go. Be ready for some tussels as they jockey for position among themselves, it’s best to stay authoritative, yet neutral as they work it out, and they will work it out. Dog society has a tidy way of getting things sorted.
It’s a great life with the right dogs and a fascinating look into the dynamic of other species, I can’t say I’d trade it for anything, but that’s just me.