My first dog was Chip. We got him when I was a preschooler, and I grew up with him. He was a wonderful fellow. He was always there to sit with me and kiss away my tears. If I were sitting on the porch, he would come up beside me and stick his nose inbetween my side and my arm so that my arm was around me. I think that was his way of giving me a hug. As a small child, I even shared my lollipops with him. My best buddy! He was protective of our family, and would growl and snarl at someone if we told him to "sic em". He used to visit me at my school before there were leash laws. Chip went with us on most of our vacation trips.
As a teenager, I laid to rest the myth of "you can't teach an old dog new tricks". As long as I had a treat in hand, Chip was a willing pupil. He soon learned to sit, beg, lay down and roll over on command. He would gladly attack any nasty bugs or spiders I found in the house and kill them for me. He was the best sort of pal! Chipper was just a mutt, but his heart was full of love. He loved people, especially kids. Sadly, we had to put him to sleep at age 19 years. I was so heartbroken. I miss him so.
Skippy was a Lhasa Apso mix. He was a furry little dog that adopted us. After he was weaned, our neighbors adopted him, but they didn't really take care of him. They weren't home much, and that little ragmop of a puppy was forever scurrying into our house when one of us would open the door for some reason. We'd turn around, and there he'd be! Thankfully, those neighbors decided they really didn't want a puppy, and he became ours. He was the funniest little fellow.
I have lots of pictures of Skippy peeking around doorways, watching the action. He wasn't allowed out of the kitchen, but he would crawl on his tummy into the hallway, and from there be able to look into the bedrooms or living room. Chip was, at the time we got Skippy, about 12 years old, and acting like he wasn't going to be around much longer. Once some "competition" moved in, he perked up and had several happy years left. Skippy was pretty high strung, and he died just a couple of years after Chip did. He was only about 8 years old, but seemed to be much older. It was sad to see him go so soon.
I hope to someday get my scanner working again, and get more pictures of my beloved angels up on this page.
When God had made the earth and sky, the flowers and the trees,|
He then made all the animals and all the birds and bees.
And when His work was finished, not one was quite the same.
And so he travelled land and see and everywhere He went,
When all was named upon the Earth and in the sky and sea
The Father smiled and softly said, "I've left you to the end,
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