For as far back as I can remember, we always had a dog when I was growing up. Quite simply, we were dog-people.
Our dogs were always mutts – adopted from someone we knew or the local pound – always a male, and always spoiled shamelessly by my dad.
Anyone who has spent time with an animal knows that they each have their own personality – just like humans – and all our family dogs were no exception.
The most personable, and the one I loved the most, was Poncho. He was a friendly little snuggle-bunny and one of the smartest dogs I’ve ever met. He had a strange little habit of *smiling* by showing all his teeth when he was really excited.
Sam was simply adorable and completely devoted to both of my parents. The fur around his mouth was permanently stained orange from the plates of spaghetti my father always gave him.
He wasn’t exactly the sharpest blade in the drawer. In truth, he really was quite clueless but it was impossible not to love him.
Scamp followed and he could best be described as the “bad boy”. He had a mind of his own and was virtually untrainable. It was a constant test of wills and it seemed that my dad was the only one of us who managed to love Scamp unconditionally.
Funny how he managed to live up to a name given to him as a puppy!
All of my siblings – and later, most of their children – adopted dogs into their homes too. I’ve stood out as an exception.
Following university, I had friends who introduced me to cats and I became completely smitten. Since then, I’ve been the happy servant of 3 cats at different times in my life …. including Theo, who currently rules our home.
My furry family has enriched my live in ways that can never be measured except by the joy in my heart.
Thank you so much for visiting. Since the treats for the past few days have been rather rich, I decided to tone it down and today I have selected fortune cookies for your enjoyment …