As I sat down to write today's posting, a lot of ideas popped into my head. I decided to focus on just one, my dogs. I'm 27 years old and have had dogs pretty much all my life.
My first dog was a husky. I don't remember too much about her. I wanted my dog to have a mean name, and at my young age it didn't bother me she was female. I named her Spike. She was kept outside. When my family moved from our house into an apartment, we had to give Spike a new home. I remember the day my mom told me that Spike had gone to a new home, I was so heart broken that I sat on my cedar trunk and cried for hours. I didn't want my dog to be gone, I didn't want her to be some other families dog, she was my dog. As I got older I realized that it was better for her. I still miss her and remember what I can about her.
My next dog I received as a birthday gift. I got him when he was just a puppy. He was a purebred miniature Sheltie. I remember going and picking him up at the breeders. From there we made a trip to Wal-mart, I brought him inside in my coat. I didn't want to put him down. We picked out all his items from Wal-mart. We got him a collar, leash, bowls, toys and a crate. He was a very smart dog and actually learned to let himself out of his crate. He was such a great dog, he was one of my best friends. Rusty was there for me threw many ups and downs. He was my pillow to cry on when I was happy or sad. He was an indoor dog and slept on my bed with me. He didn't mind cuddling with me to do homework or watch TV. Rusty knew a few tricks, he could sit, shake a paw (both) and lay down. He could play fetch but seemed to have a short attention span, because it always ended up with me throwing the ball, him running after it and then him waiting for me to fetch it. His favorite treat was sitting outside with my grampy. Grampy would always feed him apples. They were great companions for each other. Rusty also loved ice cubes, he thought they were his special treats. After leaving an ex-boyfriend, I found myself homeless and realized I couldn't take care of myself let alone my 4 legged friend. So my ex took care of Rusty for the last few years of his life. Rusty lived to be 14. He was an amazing dog and I miss him so much.
Being a dog lover, in 2009 I got another dog. Her previous owners couldn't take care of her anymore. She was around 6 months old when we got her. She quickly became attached to me. She does not like being left alone. Even after all this time that I have had her we are still working on her separation anxiety. She is a really great girl, shes my suck but at times I think she is dating my boyfriend. She sleeps on our bed with us and at times she tries to push me out of bed. She was travelled with us in the semi since shortly after getting her until a few months ago when she began to stay home with the boyfriends 13 year old Chow.
Makia needed some company, so Oxie stayed home with him. Oxie is soon going to be coming back out in the truck with us again. I can't wait I miss her so much when she's at home. Last summer when I was in my home town visiting friends and family, Ox got pregnant by my sisters dog. Two months later she had a litter of 7 puppies. I was so nervous about her being pregnant, giving birth and taking care of the babies. There was so many things that could have went wrong but didn't. On October 20th 2010 she woke me up at 4 am. I thought we was going crazy.
She was pacing and panting really heard. Finally she settled down into her little cubby and relaxed. I gave her, her space and within 15 minutes the panting had stopped and I heard a muffled noise and licking sounds. I grabbed my flash light, hung upside down from the bed to peek into her cubby and make sure everything was OK. I was so happy and excited that I cried. Ox cleaned up the baby and tucked it close to stay warm. She gave birth for 4 hours. Seven (4 boys and 3 girls) healthy puppies were born in the semi in Michigan on our way home from California. I still have Oxie and three of her puppies.
The picture above is of Anastasia. She easy easily excited. The picture on the left is of Axle. He is very laid back. The picture on the right is of Bronx. He is some where in the middle, but he feeds of Anastasia's energy and can be very hyper.