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Friday, August 9, 2013
DOGS IN MY LIFE
DOGS IN MY LIFE
All dog pictures are "Stunt Dogs"
Part of my reason for writing this
blog is to leave behind (when the time comes) a little bit of me for family and
friends.A little bit of me has to
include the dogs in my life.
Mrs. C is
not a dog lover; she is not a hater either, but not a dog lover.She could hold a Labrador puppy and put it
down without a single urge to take it home.One more example of how little we have in common.I do have to concur however, that at my
ageI am not willing to be tied down by
a cute little fur ball; tempted, but not willing.I have been owned by my last dog.
dog in my life was Susie, a cocker spaniel.We moved across country to California when I was five and had to leave
Susie with a farmer.We didn’t really
have to leave Susie, it seems my mom was not a big fan of canines and thought
it too much trouble to bring Susie across country.
The next dog
we had was a Boxer named Vickie.I loved
Vickie.She played catch and fetch and
we had a nice bond.Vickie did not like
older men.She used to bite them.She bit my father.Vickie spent the rest of her life on a farm.
Sam was a
Beagle.Who would not love a
Beagle.Sam was a wonderful
dog…except…Sam ran at every chance.Leave the door open and Sam was gone.There were three boys in my family.We left the door open a lot.Sam
was gone, following his nose, a lot.He
always returned…except…one day we got a call to pick him up.He was hit by a car and was hurt.He recovered, but was incontinent.The farmer got another dog.
I did not
have another dog until after my first marriage.I fell in love with a puppy, a mutt (actually an American Black and Tan)
named Amos and took him home.My wife
shared the same love for dogs as did my mom.Amos became an outside dog.Still
he was a good boy except he also ran…not that I blame him.He would only return to me if I picked him up
in my Volkswagen Bug. Amos got Lyme’s
disease at 15 years old and as a grown up I learned the real truth about dogs
later, Amos was replaced with Minnie, a Black Lab.They say you only get one great dog in your
life (OK, I say it) and Minnie was my great dog.She did not run away, she played fetch, was
smart and everyone loved Minnie.Her
best friend was Maggie, a Golden Retriever, Frog’s one great dog.We had Minnie for 14 years until she met the
farmer via cancer.
was/is a Cardigan Welsh Corgi.She came
close to being the great dog that Minnie was.I lost Winnie in the divorce.The
dog follows child custody.That is it
for me and dogs.
I have had
There was my
son Mike’s Rottweiler,Teocalli, who I only knew through pictures…beautiful dog.My daughter’s Springer Spaniel, Chester, a real
sweetie.Both are now on the farm.Currently there is Buddy, a…were not really
sure, probably a Cocker, but he is a good boy.
mentions go to Ace, another Corgi and sometimes member of Matt’s family, the
aforementioned Maggie, my brother Jim’s several Cockers particularly Paddington,
Bogy, brother Chris’ cocker and Buster a friends Cocker who only recently was
sent to the farm to romp with all the others.
I miss them all, and expect to see them someday
when I visit that farm.