This is a cabinet in one corner of our family room and on it we pay homage to some of the dogs we have had as part of our pack. I was raised in a dog culture that went back to my parents and beyond. Nostalgia takes me back ...
Taig and Jiggs: these were the dogs of my grandparents on each side. Both could be a bit ornery with kids, so my memories of them are not all that positive.
Pedro: my mother brought home a dog when we lived in Manchester that she was told was a chihuahua mix. Well, maybe, but he would have needed to be mixed with a dinosaur of some kind to achieve the size he did. He became so big (and docile), we kids used to ride him! We had to give him to a farmer, because he was simply to big for the house.
King: one of the most beautiful collies imaginable. Looked just like Lassie. I loved that dog and unfortunately at the age of five got to watch from the front yard as a stranger pulled up to my grandparents house, called King to his car, and stole him! Tore me up!
Squirt: one of Taig's pups. A fox terrier with amazing speed and athletic ability, he lived to be 16! Squirt was so named because he squirted on things as a pup and I named him based on that. A great family dog, he had the unfortunate habit of biting strangers and we had to keep him isolated for that reason.
Munchkin: named for the little people in The Wizard of Oz, which as Kansas children we watched religiously every year! I have seen it about 20 to 25 times. Munch was about 25 pounds, long hair, water spaniel of some type, great temperament and good buddy for Squirt.
Honey: a Brittany Spaniel given to me by someone after college because she had a fine pedigree to be a hunting dog, but she was afraid of guns. A sweet dog, she made a great companion and eventually ended up with my parents.
Maggie: a magnificently loyal and loving German Shepherd that I had in my mid-twenties. She gave the world a couple of fine litters until she was unfortunately killed in traffic trying to follow me in a car one day. That was a sad day indeed!
Jake: the pick of Maggie's last litter, I kept Jake. Jake grew up to be quite a dog! He weighed about 110 lbs and was very powerful. When I moved to California, I could not bring him with me and gave him to the son of the Governor of Kansas. Later, I heard that Jake had take umbrage to a guy going past the house on a Harley Davidson and had pulled the guy off the bike in midstream! That turned into quite a controversial affair!
Lady: the Lady F and my first dog as a couple. As with each of the dogs we've had, each was a rescue of some kind. Her claim to fame was that she would try to smile when you smiled at her and it was quite a sight!
Trapper: a husky mix. Good, big dog! At least we thought he was big until we had his fur trimmed one summer to tolerate the heat better. We then realized that he was a medium sized dog, LOL.
Scooby: the most idiosynchratic hound we have ever had. We thought she hardly had a personality when we first got her at the age of seven, but thought we could give her a few good years. Wrong on both fronts! One of the most expressive and eccentric hounds ever, she had become a legend by the time she passed at the ripe age of 18!
Rascal: one of the best "dog" dogs to ever grace the planet. He was powerful, brave and as loving as any pet we have ever had. He summarily dispatched any other creature that made its way into the yard, though.
Eligh: our last dog. Pit Bull. Eligh was left to us by our son and we played with him and took him for walks a lot in his seven years. He is the only dog we ever had to put down for behavior, though.
And, the last of the bunch was Louie, who adopted us for 90 hours. I've written about Louie before. I was sad when his owner showed up to claim him.
Are you getting the gist of this? We are dog people. Life has us so busy and on the go right now that we have no dog, but I'm sure another will find us. Have the rest of you had your love affairs with pups?