All of my life, I have had a pet- at the minimum, a dog- for a short time, a few crazy cats...then back to the dogs. My earliest pet story started about 2 weeks before I was born. My Daddy had a friend he thought was the greatest guy in the world. His name was Rumsey Sylvester Bogus~but everyone called him R.S. Mama was about 8 months pregnant with me when Daddy came home and announced that his first child was going to be named after his friend. My Mama went out the next day, bought a poodle and registered him under the name Rumsey Sylvester. When my dad came home, Mama looked at him and said *There can only be 1 Rumsey in the family*. From the time I was first told that story as a little girl, I was grateful to that dog for saving me from that name!
My first dog as an *adult*- I was 19 at the time- was a Samoyed we got when we were stationed in England. He was born in Wales, and he was the most beautiful Dog in the world...Inside and out. He was my first baby. He went everywhere with me. He had the best spirit of any dog I have ever known. He was my baby, my constant companion, the keeper of my secrets, and the best cuddler in the world for the 14 1/2 years that I had him. I still miss him- and its been 11 years since I lost him. My *baby Bear*...
The *nest* in my house is emptying fast. Victoria is almost finished with her second year of college, and Brianna has a full ride to Stanford. Even if she gets in to one of the East Coast Ivy League schools that are interviewing her, she will be out the door at the end of the summer. That leaves me and Elizabeth. I have wanted another companion for a while, but all my health crises have kept me from being in a position to bring a puppy into the family and truly give it the training and care it needs. But the optimist in me says life is going to be on the upswing, and it is time to find my new best friend. This will be an ongoing and interesting journey. I hope I really am up to the task of taking on the care he will need. I'll keep you informed as more details come forward.
But I am ready...(I think!)
Maybe a companion dog is what you need- one who is trained to keep you company and maybe even help you with a few things.
ReplyDeleteThat is a GREAT thought Linda! I hadn't even thought of that! I will do some research into it- if you know of any resources- let me know- ok?? :) Love you!
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