Backstory
We tend to admire those whose behavior is exemplary. We warm to them and love grows. This week’s story is about those who are held in such high regard. Take a moment now and consider whether these traits sound familiar.
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If You Are… – #348
If you can start the day without caffeine; if you’re always cheerful ignoring aches and pains; if you eat the food placed before you each day and never complain; if you understand when loved ones are too busy to give you much time; if you can conquer tensions without medical intervention, relax without liquor, and sleep without the aid of drugs; if you can do all these things, then you’re probably the family dog.
Yes, that unsung family hero who is always there, willing to give you all the attention you want. To play with you or comfort you, to make you smile. Here’s to the aging house pet whose still thinks he’s a puppy. To the Chihuahua who growls like a lion, to the Cocker Spaniel with its mournful eyes.
Thanks for being such a content and loyal family member. Thanks for giving us stories we can tell to entertain others. Thanks for teaching our kids love and patience, and the concepts of responsibility.
Whether large or small, black, brown or white; you have captured our hearts, found a place in our homes and will absolutely be remembered in our family folklore for years to come.
P.S.
What is the name of the four-footed friend who fits the bill for you? Be sure you have a good photo to add to the family album.
[Show #348]
Posted on behalf of Dennis H
Post from Dennis H in an email.
The first dog I remember was my parents’ German Shepherd who pulled me on a sleigh in Downey, Idaho when I was one or two years old. Used to have a photo of that, but it’s lost to history. I think his name was Touser.
Jigs was my grandfather’s dog, a Jack Russell, and I saw him a lot when we lived on his farm for a few years. Years later I became a Jack Russell addict and could not get enough of the PBS series Wishbone.
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I’ll bet it brought back happy memories to remember the names of those pets.
Tootsie was the first dog of my own, when I was about ten years old, a black and white cocker, and for sure with mournful eyes. And my three siblings and I also had mournful eyes because we had to clean up after her tootsie rolls.
Response above is from cousin Ted, who sent it in an email.
Ruby the Wonder Dog. 10.5 years old and still hot a lot of puppy in her.
I hear you do too!
Barney is our four-legged furry “son“. Age 12 years. He still thinks he’s a puppy!
We enjoy Barney every time we visit.
Delightful. Brandi, our six year old rescue poodle, perked up when he heard your voice. He was sitting right next to me, as his morning routine. Thanks for this.
And a grand good morning to Brandi.