No, They Are Not Just Dogs!

Kate

Eros

My dogs are family and treated like family. Yeah, I’m one of those!! If they don’t like you I probably won’t either. If you visit my house I guarantee when you leave you will have dog hair hitching a ride. I can’t imagine what life would be like without them. Kate is a 2011 model and Eros a 2012. Kate had a few problems when she was a pup. She had crystals in her urine and had hip surgery at a year old.

She slept on the couch and I slept on the floor beside her. When she was healed up she became my ride dog.

I am a retired farrier and she loved going to the barns with me. She took her riding shotgun seriously.

Then there is Eros. He was so little when he was a pup. He now ways 124 pounds.

He can be pretty intimidating. He is a big teddy bear. He is definitely a “protector”.

“A dog is the only thing on Earth that loves you more than you loves yourself.” – Josh Billings

They both have their own personalities. They are good listeners, loyal, and give unconditional love. They are always glad to see you and add joy to your life.

Now don’t get me wrong. They can get sick and leave a big mess to clean up and they can just simply be a pain in the butt. They are a huge responsibility. All in all I still say they are worth it.

Nope they aren’t just dogs. They’re family.

5 thoughts on “No, They Are Not Just Dogs!

  1. Yes they ARE the best kind of family. Unconditional love. Always happy you came home. Always ready to protect you (even a 5# little fur baby will feel its 100# alter ego to bark at a perceived threat, so cute)

    Who hasn’t taken their dog to the vet on a hip deep snowy weekend or in the middle of the night, when you drive 40 miles away for a vet who’s open.

    I had an Australian Shepherd once, Shelly, who loved to go on trail rides with me. She was such a “staple” that she was invited by group organizers to come along (not many were invited when riding with 100 riders, mounts, and gear into the mountains above L A). Three days and two overnights, her face smiled from ear to ear every step of the way. It wasn’t a trail ride unless she came home with tumbleweeds in her tail and her tongue happily hanging out the side of her mouth. She was one in a million for sure.

    Even my Italian Greyhound (Lady) loved trails. Even after her black coat gave way to a face turned white with age, an infant sling over my shoulders carried her with me in her final years. She too gave feedback with happy full open mouth, tongue hanging out, smiles.

    I have a small dog again who loves dog parks, car rides, and the thrill of long walks where his pug like nose anxiously follows scents of other dogs, raccoons, groundhogs, rabbits, and recently, deer. He has seen horses and has yet decided if friend, foe, or something to follow. He’ll be exposed to more horses soon; who knows, maybe he’ll love trail travels as much as Shelly and Lady did. I hope.

    I obviously wholeheartedly agree, there is No such thing as “just a dog”. Mine is surely family too (they all have been)

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