ron2
Posted : 6/21/2007 8:36:16 PM
My grandparents had dogs and we were around them, more often after we all moved to Texas. In California, we had a puppy for a little while but he died from heartworms. He was a Schnauzer mix and was the runt of the litter, so his name was Little Bit, as in a little bit of dog. About 21 years ago, I rescued a female Lab off of the street. She had the sweetest disposition though she was afraid of stairs. At the time, I didn't know any better and would carry her up and down stairs and she didn't mind. But I was living in an apartment and they wouldn't let me keep her. So, I rehomed her with an old man who wanted a sweet dog to play with his grandchildren. I had taken her to the Dallas Shelter and there was a long line. The old man walked and said to me, probably because I was the only one who noticed him, how he was just looking to get a nice dog. Talk about serendipity.
In 1988, I rescued off the street a 5 month old kitten that my first wife named Misty, after the song by Harold Arlen. She was a North American Shorthair Tabby, brown with black tiger stripe, white belly and green eyes. I had her until 2-17-05, when I had her pts for drastic kidney failure. Labor Day Weekend 2004, we got Shadow, a Siberian Husky/Lab mix from a friend who couldn't keep him anymore. He will be 4 years old next month. June of last year, 2006, we rescued from the tree of a friend's house, Jade, our cat. All white with eyes of green, like Jade, hence, the name. At first, I thought she was Tabby but her coat length and her facial structure look more like Turkish Angora. She is 1 year and 5 months (?). My estimate is that she was born in January of last year.
I've always wanted a dog. Now that I have my own house, I can have one and he's here to stay.