I'm linking up again today with my new friend Michelle at Big Time Literacy for her Big Time Blogging Challenge. Today's topic is to share about our furry family members, and I just can't resist sharing my fur-babies with the blogging world!
|Kisses from Grandma's dog!|
As evidenced by my first photo, dogs have always been a part of my family. According to my grandmother, my dad used to bring home stray dogs all the time. He got my first pet, Bosco, a black lab shortly after meeting my mom. Unfortunately, I don't have any pics of him, but trust me, he was a great dog! I have very vivid memories of him walking into my room each night to check on me before he'd go sleep on the floor next to my dad's side of the bed. Now, my dad is not an emotional man. I've seen him cry exactly twice in my lifetime, and the first time was the day he told us that Bosco needed to be put down. He was really old and suffering from hip problems that made it agonizing for him to walk up and down the stairs.
|Fighting the evil vacuum!|
Our next dog, also a black lab, was Rocky. Actually, his formal name was Rockefeller. There was some discussion about me learning how to train him and taking him to dog shows, but that never happened. He preferred drinking out of the toilet and barking and the vacuum! Rocky was a great companion, particularly for my brother who was homeschooled. He loved to play soccer with us, and was a great snuggle buddy. He ended up getting cancer, and I was at work the day I got the call that he had to be put down. I was at my first big-girl job out of college and totally lost it right there in my cubicle. I STILL get teary-eyed thinking about him.
|My sister proudly showing off our little Gizmo.|
In 2003, my mom and sister decided they wanted a little dog to fit in a purse. This is when such things were all the rage in Hollywood, and I guess they wanted to be celebrities. They found this little guy, Gizmo, who is a long-haired Chihuahua, and brought him home. He was small enough, at the time, to stand on my hand, and it was adorable... or at least we thought so. My dad wasn't so smitten. In fact, I remember a few nights of him sleeping on the couch in protest, but of course, he ended up bonding with our "rat-dog" and loves him to pieces today. Gizzy thinks he rules the roost and is happy as long as you're petting him... seriously... don't stop, or he will bump himself against you and whine. :)
|Cutest puppy EVER!|
|Napping with Dad.|
For our last next dog, according to my mom, we decided to switch things up and got a yellow lab. I know... we really branched out there, huh?! Wrigley is special. No... really. My dad nicknamed him Brain-Damaged because he's a lovable doofus. You see that blue "blanket" lining the bottom of his cage? He carried that thing around the house in his mouth forever. It was the cutest thing! While Gizmo thinks he's the guard dog in the house, Wrigley is convinced he's a lapdog. He refuses to get in the water, and prefers to visit with all the humans at the dog park... maybe he's smarter than we think... he knows who will pet him!
I may need a giant lint roller every time I leave the house, but I also have a lot of love from my furry family! ;)