The Doggies - Part I

Today's post, as promised, is dedicated to two of my doggies. (Tomorrow will be all about my daughter's dog.  Both she and the dog live with us, and we are so happy that they do.  He totally deserves his own personal post.)  If you are not a dog fan, you may want to come back another day.  I have always been a dog lover, and can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have a dog to love.  For years, our family had a lovable English Bulldog named Rocky, and a feisty Yorkshire Terrier named Millie.  They never really cared much for each other and she was very snappy with him.

 

Our world changed a bit when one day, five years ago, my son was working at his part time job at a local golf course.  He came upon a small white dog wandering around.  He was in a golf cart, and this dog jumped right in with him.  It wasn't long until I got a call from him, asking if he could bring this dog home.  Of course you can't.  We have two older dogs (9 and 10 years old) and another dog would disrupt everything in our house.  Well, you can guess what happened.  He brought the dog home (he was initially only staying the night in the garage) and he is still here.  As soon as the car pulled into the driveway and I saw the sweet face of that precious West Highland Terrier, I knew he wasn't going anywhere.  We washed him, fed him and bought him a leash and a collar.  He slept in my daughter's bed the very first night.  We looked for his owners (sort of), but noone ever claimed the little guy, and for that we are very thankful.  He really did turn our world a bit upside down.  After a trip to the vet, we determined that he was still a puppy, and boy did he act like a puppy.

 

Those older dogs didn't appreciate his playfullness at all. They were old and tired, and I get it.  :).  Rocky died three years ago at the ripe old age of 12.  This is quite old for a bulldog. They have lots of health problems and are not known for longevity.  It was a sad time at our house.  We still have pictures out and talk about him often.

Max, the Westie, and Millie learned how to cohabitate.  They didn't care much for each other.  Max always wanted her to play, and at her age she wasn't the playful sort.  He is a very needy dog, and such a lap dog.  He loves to be near people, and must be touching them.  He believes every visitor to our home is there to see him and him only.  We have just enjoyed him so very much, and his personality is so unique and fun. He meets each of us at the door everyday when we get home and acts like he hasn't seen us in weeks when it has really only been a few hours.

So the family lived happily with the two terriers until......the daughter decides she needs a dog of her own.  Exactly one year ago, all 1.4 pounds of Henry the Havanese came to live with us.  Oh my, what a whirlwind this has been.  More about this tomorrow, because, as I said, he gets a post all to himself.  Don't be deceived.  Yes, he's the cutest thing ever, but.....