We have a new puppy....yes, you read it right. Colby wanted him and Danny, after saying no and making him return it the first night, said yes two days later. Colby wore him down. We've had him a week and the kids named him Diesel, but I do not like. I want him to be Jack or Trey. Jack, just because and Trey, because he puts us at 3 dogs now. At first I said Noooooooooo, but after a week, he's so stinking cute, I am already in love. Last night Colby tucked him into the laundry room to sleep and 30 minutes later I snuck him out of his prison and he slept with me. Lily is furious.....she stays between me and Jack/Trey.
I thought it might be interesting to write about the dogs we have had over the years......first was Hansel. We acquired him when Ashley came to live with us. He was a great dog. Ashley loved him so. When the kids were born, we brought a blanket home for him to get used to the scent. We brought Colby home, let Hansel sniff him and for the next two nights, Hansel slept on the rug in front of his bed. When his heart monitor went off Hansel would run to our room, back and forth until we got there to check Colby. It was as if Hansel understood something was amiss. Two days after we introduced Colby, Chelsey came home. Same routine....sniff and then we put her in her bed. Hansel ran and got under Ashley's bed. To insert his thought "oh crap, there is another one of them now!". He continued to sleep on Colby's rug for months, getting up when we woke to feed them. After a couple of months, he slept under Ashley's bed from there on out. Guess the new wore off. When C and C were about 3, we noticed he had a gash on his back one day. Danny checks it and sees a big cut. Chelsey falls to pieces and said "I not hurt him, I not hurt him!". Come to find out she had tried to cut his hair with hedge clippers.... He healed up, and she never did it again. They dressed him in towels, ate his dog food and loved him so much. We moved to Celina and had him for several years. One day Danny and I couldn't find him....we looked everywhere, to no avail. A couple of days later we found him under our pool deck. I think it was just old age that got him. He was a special par of the kids lives including Ashley.
Next came the two puppies that We (C, C and I) bought at Trades Day while Danny was out of town. Fiesty and Charlie were their names...we brought them home the first day, and the garage door wouldn't go up when we got home. No way to get into the house. Sooooooo I called Danny and he didn't answer. I laid my cell down, and with hammer in hand was just about to bust the kitchen window out, when my cell phone rang. Chelsey popped it open, and instead of saying "Mom is breaking a window" she said "Dad, we got two puppies". I think I would have gotten yelled at less if she'd told him about the window. A couple of months pass and Danny has settled into having 2 dogs. One day they get out of the fence while we are gone and Charlie gets hit on the highway.....the kids were sad, but Fiesty becomes their lonely baby then.....a couple of weeks later, the same tragedy strikes again. Colby and Chelsey wanted to see the blood on the highway, so Danny drives them up there and they were fine.
Next we get Red, and the way we got Red was very strange....we are all in the pool one day, at the old house, and all of a sudden, a big red dog comes running into the back yard and dives into the pool with us. To say we were startled is an understatement. He has a collar, so I call the number on it. A lady out of state has no idea what I am talking about....so Danny and I look at each other like "now what?". A few minutes later the lady calls back....mystery solved, she sold a puppy to someone in Texas, and they took one of her colalarsthat must have had an old tag on it. She only knew their first name, so we set on a mission with neighbors and finally get a guys cell number. I leave a message with our name, address, phone number....an hour or so later a truck comes flhing down the driveway and a man jumps out and rinse to the dog In tears....he thought he'd lost R.J. forever. No sir.....he found our pool, so we helped find you. He left and promised a puppy to the kids.....several months later, he returns with what would become Red at our house. Red scared me more than once. He'd wrap his feet around mine when I was walking and growl. Finally I said ENOUGH, so Danny took him for a ride, and a coup,e of years later, we were ridning around looking at property and saw Red, happily with a collar and two other dogs at a house near his drop off spot. Happy ending here.
Next we get another dog from a friend, and he was wild to say the least. Danny and Colby head out for the same ride as before, Danny stops and says "get out Colby". Colby falls to pieces and Danny finally realizes he thought he was being left with the dog. They got it all straight and Colby was allowed to return home.
Next, we move to our new house.....two dogs are what I WANT, so we get two shitzus. Dawson and Dakota were so dang cute. Then I learned we have wolves.....Dakota first in April and then Dawson in October. We decide to take a break from dogs, because my heart was broken!
Danny then finds a Lab that he must have....Duke would become part of our family. He was born on my birthday, and we got him the night we played Robinson in football, so his name became Robinson Duke Weston, named by Danny. He has been wonderful.....he visits the neighbor, has been shot with a bb gun (bb still in his hip), takes a dip in our pool everyday and can open our doors to the house, if we do not keep them locked. He and Lily go on adventures all day and return at night.
We then get Lily (my schnauzer) and Dexter, a boxer, to be a pal for Duke. Dexter manages to get ran over by our neighbor...he was asleep under his car, and didn't get out fast enough.
Between Dawson/Dakota, was Patrick. He was a long haired weenier dog and I loved him so much. I came home one a friday and he was in the house and I played with him for a few minutes, got dressed and headed to a football game. Danny was almost home, so I left Patrick out, and Danny was foxing to let him in. We both forgot him and I got home late that night to find Duke with blood on him and no Patrick. I searched the whole house...no sign. I called Danny and he thought I'd left him in. So.....in the dark,I go searching. Duke is barking and running to the back of our property. I get in the car, drive up the hill and shine my lights....nothing. Duke continued to act crazy, but I can't find Patrick. I finally yell, cry and go to bed. The next morning I get up to look again. I find him....but the wolves had found him first. Danny comes out to find me sobbing. I loved him so much. Getting our wires crossed had caused him to be gone. I blamed myself.
In between we've had 3 cats.....our most recent, Tiger, has not been around in a week. I hope he returns....he did last time, after about 8 days. I am holding out hope.
Sooooo....now we have Lily, which we have had for 2 years and Duke for almost 4 years. It is only fitting that the new puppy be named Trey. Or Jack.....Diesel just doesn't work for me.
Now, I am off to let them all potty....so no one is outside after dark, Including me!
Happy Minday all,
Pam
P.S. Not checking for typo's. This post is too long and I need to jump on the washing while the machine is empty.
