Week 38th is about Pets. I love dogs. I have always loved dogs. When I was born my parents already had a dog. Her name was Pretzel and honestly she hated me. haha. I am serious. This dog was jealous of me coming into her territory. She was a cute dog and I loved her dearly but she never was the dog I dreamed of. I wanted a lap dog that wanted to sleep in my lap while watching tv and I always wanted her to sleep in my bed. Neither of which she did. She loved my dad. I got to enjoy her 15 years of her 18 years of life. She was very old when it was her time to go and I was terribly sad (even though she didn't care for me). My parents took her passing pretty hard and vowed that they would never get another dog.
About 7 years later my mom was going thru some hard health times. My dad thought she needed a dog to play with and comfort and had his heart set on a Bassett Hound. They found Lizzybelle and she was a sweetheart. Her ears were bigger than her body and she was always tripping over them. I wasn't living at home at the time but loved coming home to visit her. She was the dream dog I always wanted. She loved to lay in your lap and she loved sleeping in your bed. She gave my parents a run for their money. My dad always thought bassetts were lazy dogs and that is what he expected from Lizzy. She was anything but. She was always running around and digging holes. If you look at my parents backyard, most of the trees in their backyard are from holes dug by Lizzy. We had 14 good years with Lizzy. She got old and passed on perfectly, during a boarding while my parents were out of town.
When I met Brian there were two things I fell madly in love over right away: his truck and his dog. Brian had a beautiful chocolate lab named Abby that was about 3 years old when we met. She was a good dog and listened to Brian fully. My dad jokes that I ruined that dog by letting her in the house to be my buddy. We had many great memories with Abby. She was a great watch dog, especially when I had babies in the house. We only had her a short 9 years before her time was done. Her ashes are where she always loved, up in the mountains.
2 months after Abby's passing, we found Duke. He is also a chocolate lab but he is a huge dog. Abby was fat at about 90 pounds. Duke is stout at about 115 pounds. He is a strong big dog that thinks he needs to be a lap dog. haha. I love him dearly.
That folks is my Pet!
