Friday, August 26, 2016

Dog Day

Just looking at the pets posted on Facebook today makes me miss our dogs.  We currently don’t have a dog.  The first time in years, we made the decision not to get one because we are gone too much. 

Early on we had a poodle—this picture was taken in April, 1966, two months before we were married.  Nicky was a mess—always barking.  Never wanted a Poodle again.


We had another Nicky when the kids were little.  She was a mix breed.  Our neighbor had chickens.  We were warned that she had killed one.  Nicky was impossible to keep penned up.  She disappeared. 

We had an English Pointer hunting dog, Jill.  She had puppies that were precious.  I had a picture, but can’t find it right now.  Might have to add it later.

I can’t remember exactly how it came about, but two different times, we were given a Collie from a local breeder.    They were males and for some reason, they could not be used to breed.  They were the most beautiful dogs.  Here is a picture of one of them.  I think this is Shekel. The other dog was named Ruff.  (These dogs came with names)


At some point, we got a female collie mix, Lady.  It’s hard to know which picture to post of Lady—I have so many.

Here she is with the kids

img603 We let her have a litter of puppies—just once. But, oh my were they cute.


We bred Lady with a full blood Collie and that is why the puppy we kept, Bear, looked so much like a Collie.


During this time, we were given an English Setter.  She had broken a leg and they set it stiff.  We called her Bobby because that’s the way she got around.  She was a sweetheart.  She disappeared one day and we think she just couldn’t out run a coyote. 


Then, there was Lucy.  Lucy was a Beagle.  What a case she was.  I remember the day Dan came home and I met him at the door bawling because Lucy had disappeared.  Well, little did I know she would disappear the rest of her long life with us.  She would be gone and pretty soon we would hear that familiar Beagle sound when she had a rabbit on the run.  Toward the end of her life, we think one bunny just sit down there in the woods and played with her.  She got a little fat and couldn’t move too fast.


Finally, there was Skye.  We still get teary talking about her.   She was Dan’s companion.  We still miss her.  And, despite what our kids said, she was smart.



Lucy & Skye


Anonymous said...

But do you still have that motorcycle?

Anonymous said...

Skye will always have a special place in my heart. M.

Linda said...

Paul, I am wondering if we were on a borrowed one--Dan had a motorcycle but I remember it being bigger. Marc, yes I am glad you were able to help with Skylor. She was special.