I was upstairs putting laundry away one summer afternoon when I heard a loud commotion in the backyard. I heard my husband Steve, our son Aaron and the neighbor Bud yelling and our dog Kelly barking like crazy. I ran to look out of the window fully expecting to see some type of catastrophe, but what I saw was a pig running up the middle of our driveway. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Dogs
Skunked Again!
For several weeks my German Shepherd, Kelly, had been acting strange in the evenings, pacing from room to room and looking out of the open windows. After pacing and checking windows for about thirty minutes she’d stop and go lie down. Her behavior was odd enough that over the course of those few weeks, I walked to the windows and looked out myself wondering what she was smelling or looking at, but I never saw a thing out there. Continue reading
The Lost Chihuahua
Several years I found a brown chihuahua on the patio, just sitting there, doing nothing. Most of our neighbors, like us, had dogs, but I knew that none of my immediate neighbors owned one. I had no idea where he came from, but he appeared well cared for and was wearing a collar, surely someone was missing him. Continue reading
He seemed so normal…
Our German Shepherd, Kelly, did not understand the concept of weekends. So that summer Sunday morning when she woke me at 6:00 a.m. I got out of bed, took her outside and put her in her kennel. Kelly had a morning routine that consisted of announcing to the entire world that she was happy, that she was outside and that it was a glorious day. Continue reading
Stoner’s Steer
Our neighbor Judy had two dogs named Bigfoot and Danny and a goat named Rammy. Every morning before work she would get Rammy out of the barn and walk with all three in the field between our homes. The dogs and the goat would play and run around together with Judy following behind. Continue reading
Rags
In December 1983, a week after my husband, our daughter and I moved into our two-story home in the country, our son was born and our family was complete. Or so Steve and I thought. Two months later our friends came to visit and brought along a year old dog named Rags. Continue reading
What’s in a name?
Whiskey was the first puppy Lainey and I found, but he wasn’t the last. In October, 1975 during one of our regular walks, we found a 5 or 6 month old Beagle puppy on the lower dirt road that led to the lake. Just like Whiskey, he was not wearing a collar. That time of year, the summer cottages at the lake were deserted but because of our previous experience with Whiskey, we knew the drill; try to find his family and if his family could not be found, find him a new one. Continue reading
Whiskey
“Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them.” – Thom Jones
I grew up near a lake with mountains, woods and fields all nearby ready to explore. It was a great place to be a kid. But the best part about where I lived was that my best friend Lainey lived right up the dirt road that ran past my house. We were inseparable. We rode the bus to school together, went to the same church, went to Girl Scouts together, were cheerleaders on the same squads….we did everything together. Continue reading
