Hughes' article expressing the love and dedication toward his cat, I
thought it might be nice to share with you all the dogs I have had
through my life. I know there are many that feel the same way, and
if you would like to share your pets, send a picture if you have
one, and your
testimony and I'll put it on the site. Speaking of pictures, as
always, click on these pictures for a larger view.
Shep and me. I don't know how old Shep was, but I guess I
was about 4-5. Cute little bugger, isn't he. Me, not the dog! Shep was really my grandfather's dog but I always thought he
was just keeping him for me. Sheppard's make excellent
members of the family. They're gentle, have a great
disposition and are very smart. This was taken on the porch
of my Aunt Evelyn's house in Ronceverte.
a stray in Alderson. David Shields named him from a dog he
saw in a movie. When I took him in I kept the name. Sam had
a tail that curled over his back, and after we got him, I
notice a lot of other dogs in town that looked like Sam with
the same curled tail over their backs. I
think he was boosting the population of dogs in Alderson.
Sam lived under the back porch in a enclosed place we made
for him, and like all dogs then, he ran freely, until the
town made an ordnance to keep all dogs chained up. I can
still see Sam sitting on the back porch chained up. I felt
bad for him. Occasionally Mother let him in to jump on my
bed to get me up for school.
was our third dog. (Pictured with Mother and my oldest
daughter) Linda's folks got him for us. He was supposed to
be a full blood Dachshund but turned out to be half Cocker
Spaniel and Dachshund. He was bigger than a Dachshund, but
his nose was blunt like the Spaniel. He helped keep the kids
out of the kitchen while Linda cooked, by biting at their
toes. He must have bitten my son many, many times, but
Curtis aggravated the bejeebers out of him. Linda told the
doctor once she would have bitten him too, if she were Briggs.
He lived 16 years, but got so he couldn't move so we had to
put him down. First time I wept for a dog.
Midget, a Lhasa Apso. 12 pounds of dumb and mostly hair.
Most dogs bark when people come to the house. She barked
when they left. That's not her real photo because she wasn't
with us long enough to have her picture made. After several
times whizzing on the rug, climbing up on the dinning room
table and licking the butter, we came home one day and found
her nose print in the saran wrap on a chocolate cake where
she tried to get to it. Linda
scooped her up and took her somewhere and paid them 25.00 to
bought Oska from a farm just south of Damascus, Maryland.
Her left eye had deformity between the cornea and the pupil.
She still had peripheral vision, but not straight ahead. My granddaughter
Regan called her the "Little Dog With The
Pretty Blue Eye". Oska had a habit of jumping on the bed and
pulling back the covers and sleep underneath them. When we
would go out of town, she did the same thing where ever we
left her. She came to AZ. with us, but after a couple of months
we had to put her down because of her back. That was rough
and I felt guilty after that.
Minnie. She was suppose to be a miniature Dachshund but
she's just in between a miniature and a regular Dachshund.
We call her a "tweenie". We got her a year after Oska was
put down. I lamented so much Linda broke down and got
Minnie. Bless Linda's little heart! Just like all
Dachshunds she runs her mouth, all the time. But just like
all of our dogs, we love and treat them like members of
the family. In some cases, better. Minnie will probably be
the last dog we get, maybe.
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