My favorite bumper sticker:
“Dear God, Please make me the person my dog thinks I am.”
Dogs have been a part of my entire life. Dogs breeze in and
out…leaving lasting contributions then depart, leaving memories. In my opinion
there are no bad dogs, just bad owners.
The dogs I remember:
At my parents’ house:
Simon- The Doberman who used to sit with his butt on the
couch and front feet on the floor.
Abigail the Bassett Hound that walked so slowly that she
nearly accumulated moss…of course, unless she was chasing the neighbor’s
chickens.
Puff the stray who was found with one eye completely covered
by matted hair. They were quite a threesome…Simon, Abigail and Puff.
Gus- The first Yorkie…died mysteriously…not sure why.
Bobby- The next Yorkie…not quite sure why my parents opted
for this breed. Lots of work keeping the hair clean and brushed.
Cissy- Bitch for Bobby. They had a total of one puppy.
DD- Yup. Damn Dog. A Fox Terrier that had too much energy
for us. We found her a new home. Great personality but demanded more than we
had to give.
GG- Garbage Gut. A short, long mutt of some sort. Loved to
eat.
Sean- The golden lab who was a gentle giant
Ernie- The Border Collie from up the road who adopted us. I
really don’t understand people who get dogs and don’t take care of them.
At my house:
Samson- Ridgeback mix. One of the worst days of my life was
putting him down. He had bone cancer and the pain got to be unmanageable for
him. He was depending on me to make the call. It was devastating.
Daisy- Samson’s littermate, a Border Collie mix and my
current co-dependent.
Emma- Daisy’s pal, a beautiful red mix of some sort…sad
eyes…maybe a Rottweiler, Ridgeback mix of some sort.
I have lots of dog knowledge...as you might imagine. I
strike up a kinship with nearly everyone I meet. When Daisy and Emma go, I am
not sure if I’ll ever have another.