Today is National Dog Day. My family always had at least two dogs in the house. Growing up with animals is great, I think it shapes the person you will be later on. I thought I would do a run down of the pups in my life….
The first dog I remember is Scooby-Doo. He was a big shaggy dog and was around until I was in 7th grade. He was sweet and always happy. He hung in there through a few of our other dogs.
Herbie the Yorkshire Terrier was the other dog we had early in my life. He was so cute but used to crawl under out deck chasing things. My skinny brother used to have to crawl under the deck and retrieve him all the time. Very inquisitive…
Herbie liked to chase cars and that didn’t work out so well for him…
Our friend had white Labrador puppies and we signed up for one that we named Honky..don’t ask. He was around for a long time..loved to be outside and was our guard dog. He lived in the pool.
Enter Wally…the most beautiful dog. We picked him out from a picture and the white feet won us over. He traveled on a plane with our flight attendant neighbor and was delivered to us. His sister Buffy lived across the street. His feet probably didn’t touch the ground for weeks..someone was always holding him. He had the longest legs and used to run around our back yard. We seriously could not get enough of this sweet dog. He looked like a Disney character..which is how we got the name Wally..started out as Walt.
My Dad spent a weekend at a friends house who had two West Highland Terrier and fell in love with them. He mentioned many times that this would be our next dog. When one arrived at the local pet store, my Mom and I happened to see him and fell in love. I campaigned so hard to get this puppy that I named Fred, I went to visit him every day and drove everyone crazy until my Dad told my Mom to go get the dog. Fred became Barney when he arrived in our house and became a quick favorite. I took him with me in the car everywhere I went and was so in love with this dog.
While I was away in college, my parents decided to invest in a Westie that they found from a real breeder and that is how Wilbur arrived. He might of been a pure breed, but he wasn’t the sweetest dog. Even though he was very pretty, he didn’t really take to everyone-he liked to take little love bites on ankles. My Dad thought his fiestiness was hilarious and the two of them were the best of friends.
and finally, Millie, our current pup. Even though she is so sweet and loving, she doesn’t play well with others, so she has been an only child for quite some time. When my parents moved up to Amelia Island in 2008, I couldn’t believe that I was not only going to say goodbye to them, but to her as well. I love going up to visit and she is as perfect as I remember. I love her so much!
I think of getting my own dog all the time but I travel so much and I am not ready to commit to a dog..but will definitely have one someday.
Loved going down this doggie Memory Lane,