Dogs or cats?
I’ve had both; two dogs and three cats. Two of the cats were wonderful, the other one not so much. I’ve realized I’m more of a dog person. My first dog was a black miniature poodle named Beau who got hit by a car and killed on June 26, 1978. The stupid bitch that hit him just kept driving even when she saw my brothers and I crying in the driveway. I was a child and I still relive that horrible day as if it was yesterday. I think of Beau every June 26. My husband and our two children and I adopted Cooper in May 2012. I wonder if Beau sent him to me, He’s also a black miniature poodle. They say the dog picks the personand I believe it. When I found him on Petfinder it was his eyes that drew me to him and I couldn’t let it go. He looked so rejected and sad. He was 2 1/2 and had been in a shelter for six months. So we went to meet him. My son was 13 1/2 and my daughter 10 1/2 at the time. It took me almost two hours to convince my husband we needed this dog and thankfully he agreed. In the car on the way home he put himself on my son’s lap and breathed a sigh of relief as if he knew he was coming home with someone who loved him. We discovered quickly that he had one quirk. He’s never been vicious to us but if something set him off he would spin and angrily chase his tail. Not all the time but enough for us to wonder what happened to him and why he was surrendered. During these episodes he was unreachable and his eyes looked like he was going to turn into the Incredible Hulk! It took a whole lot of love and several years of trials and errors to break that behavior but we did. He has taught us so much over the years. We bring him on vacation with us because to be away from him for a week would be impossible. He gets Christmas and birthday gifts. We sing him happy birthday. Each of us has our own special bond with him. He takes care of us. He’s a sweet boy and a loving companion to all of us. He has been one of the greatest loves of my life.
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