We have two dachshunds that we just love to pieces. Our little male Putz would lick you to death and is a cuddler. He has to be in the same room you’re in or right up next to you if you’re on the couch. He's always close. (Putz is the light brown long haired and Ashley is the dark wire haired dachshunds. They like to sit on my husband's desk while he works.)
Ashley, our little female dachshund, is head dog. The toys are all hers, both dog beds are hers, the food is all hers and yet she loves Putz. She will bite him on the ear and pull him in the direction she wants him to go. She’s the fierce protector and barks at anything that moves or sometimes doesn’t move. Yet she’s afraid of everything. She will be barking one moment and cowering under the bed the next.
Their personalities are so different and yet we enjoy both of them. Our vet calls them the wild bunch, and when we go into the vet’s office, they cower in fear while the office staff loves on them. They know, the visit is not going to be fun and when we leave, they prance out the door so happy to be going home.
I had a dog as a child, but then there was a time period when I didn’t have dogs and I have to say, I’m so glad they’re in my life now. During the time I didn’t have dogs, I had cats. I had three cats, and out of the three, one was very special.
She was a stray that wandered into our yard and the male cats chased her up on our roof. In the middle of the night, I got her off the roof and brought her into the house. I fed and watered her and then put her back outside. The next morning, she was there to stay. She was not leaving, and if any cat decided to come in our yard, she would chase them off. This was now her home.
Fiercely protective, she got into a cat fight one day, and I didn’t think it was bad, until a week later. I had to rush her into the Vet hospital, and they had to lance the place she’d been bitten. Really nasty, but she recovered, and was soon back on patrol. She would meet me when I pulled up in the drive and at night she curled up beside me in bed. She was unquestionably the most loving cat, I have ever had. Unfortunately, she developed a tumor in her lung, and I had to put her down. I cried for days over losing my precious Felicia. I still miss that cat.
Animals are so loving, so devoted to us and give us such joy. They say that petting an animal for five minutes will lower your blood pressure. I can’t imagine not having my babies in my life. Yet Putz is thirteen, and Ashley is eight. They’re both getting up in years, and in time will soon be gone.So tell me about your pets. Are you a dog or cat lover? Or both? Tell me what kind of dogs/cats you have and their names. Today I’m giving away a free copy of Wronged – The Cuvier Widows. Leave a comment and someone will win.