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I am sure you are all wondering why I am writing about dogs. I am generally known as a cat person – anyone with four of them is a little cat crazy. But that does not mean I don’t like canines. In fact I grew up with dogs. I was born in Philadelphia and lived in a row house in a suburb called West Oak Lane. My father traveled and my mother didn’t drive. She stayed at home with me and my three brothers. She had a hobby that was somewhat common among her friends – she raised pure breed dogs. In her case it was dachshunds and Great Danes. Yes, you read that correctly. My mother was a little bit crazy. It was a bit of a nut house. One woman, four children, two breeding female dogs and a lot of puppies.
Katie, the dachshund was more than a breeding female, she was our family pet. She was the first dog I remember and she was a champion pea eater. I hated peas and I could pass them to her under the table. After my brothers joined the scene they learned to give her what they didn’t want. Not very healthy for Katie but we didn’t know any better.
I am probably 4 or 5 in this photo. Back in the “olden days” parents would take their children in for professional shots every year. You can see how much a part of the family Katie was as she came along for the shoot. I have no explanation for the look on my face.
Cinders was the second Great Dane I remember from my childhood. I couldn’t find a photo of the first; her name was Sally. Cinders was a beauty – she was grey with black and white in her fur hence her name. This is taken at my grandmother’s house and I am around 10 or 11. Not that you can really see me. Obviously all of these photos were taken long before the digital age.
Dogs even followed me into my married life for you see I married a dog person. (You know how that ultimately played out since we have the four cats. Bwahahahaha!) As we were leading up to the wedding the hubby well, he was the fiance at the time, decided to surprise me. He gave me a puppy for Christmas the December before we married.
I did mention to him that a cat would be a better pet given our work schedules but he wanted a dog. She was a pure bred German Shepherd and I named her Christy Noel. She was a wonderful dog – when we were home. She was very protective of me. No one could come near me – not even the hubby – or she would growl. My grandmother came to visit one year and Christy spent the night in the doorway to her bedroom and wouldn’t let her out! The problems arose when we left the house for work. Christy would chew anything and everything. We tried keeping her in the bathroom but she chewed through the door!
We knew we had to find her a home so we placed an ad and a lovely retired couple came and adopted her. It was hard but it was the best thing for Christy. Then we adopted our first of many cats.
Just because I have a long history with cats doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy dogs and their antics. It’s wild how much things have changed since I was a child. The number of different toys and treats is just amazing. For example, check out this video:
If you cannot see the video you can watch it on YouTube HERE
Pretty funny, huh?
I can understand the sentiment though, I kind of like bacon myself.
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