When my granddaughter was very young she was searching for a puppy, and her other set of overindulgent grandparents made sure she got what she wanted. My specialty of overindulgence lay in a different direction. But I was involved somewhat with the dogs. When she moved on to the next puppy I always adopted the last one. The funniest one was when she was eight and she came by my house with a Chocolate Labrador. I looked at the feet which were huge and asked her parents if they were adding a new room on their house so when the puppy grew up she could turn around. two months later Coco the Flying Lab, moved to my house. Over the years I’ve also taken in dogs from people who were leaving the country or the dog out grew where the people lived.
I’m sitting at a bar in the barrio and a old friend asked me to walk over to his apartment where on balcony two huge German Sheppard’s who were a mother/daughter pair and both elderly. I took them in and found that they were beyond sweet and just needed room to walk around without a chain. (Which I refuse to use.) Both the old girls lived five more years and passed from old age.
I had a dog when I was young, but then the Navy put the kibosh on having pets, as the ships were not set up for animal care. Puerto Rico, well I was a single guy and never knew the direction I’d be coming home from in the morning. Then I was back to sea again so more years without pets. Then here in the Philippines where I retired, I had the time, the money and the room to be around dogs again. And the dog army started, As we all know It hurts when you lose one, because I grow attached to every single one as I think we all do. But since I knew that I made their life better and they did the same for me, in the long run it was well worth doing!
When my friend passed away, his wife knowing me and my love of dogs asked if I would adopt their dog “Louie” but failed to tell me the dog was a former inmate out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. This dog came with his shot record and a card certifying it was insane. Louie was not abused (In the strictest meaning of the word, but he was ignored. The little guy hated all human beings and would attack everybody, even other dogs, including my black lab (at 135 pounds). I now had my first dog on a chain. And I didn’t like it. I went out every day and wrapped a heavy towel around his head and talked and held him. After a few weeks he calmed down, and even started getting along with the other dogs, my friend was the only other human male he liked. All women he liked, so he was a little normal. Strangers never had a chance and Louie had to be chained when visitors were there. He lived 7 more years and became one of the great ones!
I always have had good dogs, a few gain great one status but I love them all.
Then there was Franklin (Or Frank) a solid brown Dachshund who was a granddaughter hand me down along with two other Dachshund’s Mama Too and Snow, (I only named Frank) all were sweet dogs but Frank was a great one, he became my dog the first day and it was he who picked me! Together we were thick as thieves. He took all naps with me and if I was in the house he was beside me. Walk to a friend’s house he was with me, (Not inside their house but sitting at their door) He passed at only five years of age with no reason.
Christmas 2016 my present is not one but two Dachshund’s Fritz (male) color dappled born Oct. 18 2016 Francine (Female) color black and tan Born Nov.02 2016 Fritz was supposed to be mine and I named him, but as fate would have it my granddaughter (Now age 14) wanted the black and tan colored Dachshund that we named Francine. But the puppy she has, rejected the idea of a second dog. So it now lives at Lolo Daddy Paul’s house. Do you understand how the dog army is always increasing, almost platoon size then, but I was down to squad size in May.
The amount of money I spend on dog food both wet and dry (And rice) is considerable but well worth it. I’ve never regretted it for a second. BTW we have one 19 year old 40 pound cat that hates me and is waiting for me to go…
What is that old joke about unconditional love, where you put your wife and your dog in the trunk of your car for twenty minutes, and open the trunk and see which one still loves you? This is a joke and I am not recommending anyone be dumb enough to try this. I’m a dog person, and hope you are too, but fish make nice pets too and you don’t have to walk them.