Funny how I've been blogging for 3 years now, and I've never mentioned them.
Let's start off with Rosco - notice that there is no "e" at the end. Rosco is a Yellow Labrador Retriever that I rescued from our city pound. A volunteer at the pound put out a plea for someone to please rescue him, as he had been there too long, and his time was up. They were getting ready to put him down. Well, I'm a big softy, so I decided to give him a home until I could find a place for him. That was almost 5 years ago. Guess who is still with me? LOL. He was about a year old when I got him, and he grew quite a bit afterwards. He's my bargain puppy. The adoption fee on him was $10, but the dog catcher waived the fee just to make sure he got a home and didn't have to be put to sleep. He's my shadow. I can't go anywhere in the house without him by my side. He's laying next to me as I type this. Sometimes it gets a little annoying that he is underfoot, but I'm glad to have him by my side.
Up next is my old man. Poor Chewy. Chewy is a Chow Chow and he has been by my side for nine and a half years. He has always been the sweetest, most loving dog. Many people believe that Chows are mean, but I have had two, and they have both been great. In fact, the Chow I had growing up was the best dog our family ever had. She was a big sweetheart. I'm not sure how old he is, as he was fully grown when I adopted him from the shelter. He lived with me the whole time I had my mobile home in college, and the whole time I've been at the Shack. His health has been deteriorating, and I know that the time is almost here to have him put down, but I just can't bring myself to do it. He has lost several teeth, he has thyroid problems (which is why he has no hair), he has trouble getting up and laying down, his hearing and eyesight is going as well. Still, he's my boy, and I can't get rid of him yet. He spends most of his time laying around, napping.
There you go, now you've met my kids!
Have a great Tuesday!
Your pups are sweet. I would love to have one, but in a house of five cats...it's just not going to happen.
ReplyDeleteWhat sweet boys you have. Your Chewy reminds me of my Grandpa Kitty that I had for 19 years. His last few years, he had thyroid, kidney and skin issues but I could still tell that he enjoyed life and wanted to be around. You'll know when it's time to let him go. It will still be very hard but you'll know.
ReplyDeleteThanks for introducing us to the other residents of the Cul-de-Sac Shack. They look very much at home, and it's wonderful that you have given them a home. We have a rescued dog and two cats who all get under foot too, but, I think it's a sign that they love us. Or they think we will feed them something!
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