Also, I want to say that I never thought I would want another pet in my life after losing my 4 furry bestest friends after 15 years of loving them, but I have to have a BFF (best furry friend) in my life. They complete me. Rest in peace Oreo, Cookie, Tommy and Sox. I loved you more than you will ever know. Sorry, but I had to post this. Changing the sheets on the bed tonight is still hard because Tommy used to love that game to jump under the sheets and get on his back and put is legs straight up like a tent. Oreo was the mom dog and took care of all the others by licking their ears and sleeping next to them. Cookie was our scaredy dog and would come to us when she was afraid. Sox was deaf and clueless and such a dear when he would knock things down to get our attention. Tommy was a snugglebug in your neck from the day the tri county just gave him to us without due process because we were well known for adopting. I miss my dear animals of all those years, but life goes on. I just miss them so much. And, before these pets I had a cat for 21 years, Kitty (that I found in a tree in my front yard in NOLA), and a dog for 18, Taffy (that my HS school boyfriend gave me), plus dogs/cats that my parents got when I was growing up. I think of them now. Reggie (standard beagle), Schnitzel (dachshund), Goldie (golden retriever), Blackie (a stray that showed up at our door), Pandy (a black/white cat that showed up at our hunting site), and Charlie the cat that just showed up and can't remember why. Thanks for reading this. I just remembered Thomas, too. He was another stray when I was growing up. I also just remembered that my father's dog, Skipper, a collie, was poisoned by a neighbor back in the 40's. Sad. I guess we are just an animal family until the end.
Edit: I also should mention how excited we are to get Daisy Doodle Dog. I just have mixed emotions, unless we get feedback that ends the deal. But, as I said, life goes on.
And, then there is Gino (Belgian Malinois) of my brother's dog who is the current prince of the family. He had Scarlett, Australian cattle dog that died last year at 16 and then found this beauty. Gino was a rescue. He failed doggie school. My brother lives in TX and went to
Arizona to get him, and paid quadruple the money that I am paying for Daisy.
My brother has bought 300 acres in mid TX to build a compound. Yes, a prepper. He has been working on it for 5 years. He is self sufficient, and built us a bedroom.
Gino fits right it to that scenario. One big happy family.
Ok. Sorry. I am done. Thanks again for reading.