I don't like small dogs.
About 9 years ago one of our kids went through a divorce. He ended up with this flakey girlfriend who had this chihuahua. The dog was kinda weird, nervous and not real friendly. They started bringing her by the house and she (her name was Poochie, of all things. Stupid name.) and our Dachshund started playing together. Poochie had never been around other dogs, and she and Missy became good buddies.
So the boy moves in with this gal and they decide to get a bulldog puppy. The big clod tried playing with Pooch, and dang near crushed her several times. Since Pooch and Missy got along, she moved in with us. She was about 10 years old at the time. Our Doxy started teaching her how to be a dog. She had never been allowed to have free reign in a yard before. Pretty soon she started developing a personality. Turns out dogs shouldn't be a fashion accessory, which is what she was before.
It was around that time my beautiful wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. Pooch became attached to her, with her every day through the good stuff and the really really rough stuff. She would sleep with her, actually standing guard (I never would have believed it. One time when the grandkids were here they went to check on their grammy and Pooch wouldn't let them past the door, growling if they tried to step through the door. Cracked the kids up, having a 5 pound attack dog standing guard over their grammy!).
Poochaloo helped Cami through 5 years of hell. She had more than earned her place here.
So on to today. Little Pooch is almost 17. She's had heart problems for several years. She has some trouble breathing, and it's getting real hard for her to walk (Cam carries her most places). She had to have most of her teeth pulled, and has been on soft food for some time. Over this past month she has been deteriorating pretty quickly, losing both her appetite and her hair. I'll be talking to the vet this morning. We are at, and probably past, the time to make that hardest of decisions.
Sorry for the long post guys, just had to vent a little.
I found out that small, dogs ain't so bad......
About 9 years ago one of our kids went through a divorce. He ended up with this flakey girlfriend who had this chihuahua. The dog was kinda weird, nervous and not real friendly. They started bringing her by the house and she (her name was Poochie, of all things. Stupid name.) and our Dachshund started playing together. Poochie had never been around other dogs, and she and Missy became good buddies.
So the boy moves in with this gal and they decide to get a bulldog puppy. The big clod tried playing with Pooch, and dang near crushed her several times. Since Pooch and Missy got along, she moved in with us. She was about 10 years old at the time. Our Doxy started teaching her how to be a dog. She had never been allowed to have free reign in a yard before. Pretty soon she started developing a personality. Turns out dogs shouldn't be a fashion accessory, which is what she was before.
It was around that time my beautiful wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. Pooch became attached to her, with her every day through the good stuff and the really really rough stuff. She would sleep with her, actually standing guard (I never would have believed it. One time when the grandkids were here they went to check on their grammy and Pooch wouldn't let them past the door, growling if they tried to step through the door. Cracked the kids up, having a 5 pound attack dog standing guard over their grammy!).
Poochaloo helped Cami through 5 years of hell. She had more than earned her place here.
So on to today. Little Pooch is almost 17. She's had heart problems for several years. She has some trouble breathing, and it's getting real hard for her to walk (Cam carries her most places). She had to have most of her teeth pulled, and has been on soft food for some time. Over this past month she has been deteriorating pretty quickly, losing both her appetite and her hair. I'll be talking to the vet this morning. We are at, and probably past, the time to make that hardest of decisions.
Sorry for the long post guys, just had to vent a little.
I found out that small, dogs ain't so bad......