When Nora was one, she learned to walk by holding on to our greyhound, Kitty. When we moved, Kitty was killed suddenly. I was distraught. We tried to find another greyhound but I couldnt look them in the eye. They were not her. We ended up finding Helga and Holly through the Uncle Henrys-- Free for the Taking! They were puppies, lab x husky x german shepherd. I knew at first meeting that Helga was my type. slightly ridiculous and up and high energy. Holly was Tims type. She was and is the always good, always well behaved, always obedient, always loyal-- really a perfect dog. Helga was a nut. She chewed everything, peed on the floor, stole food, was afraid of thunder, afraid of men, shook in anxiety, etc. Holly was a good girl. She was a part of my kids growing up. She was there for camp,for first days of school, in our old house, in our apartment while we built this one, here. She went deaf a year or two ago, and it was really amusing. Our always good dog would suddenly steal food right out of your HAND and then stand there laughing at you. They never tell me No anymore! This is AWESOME! We dressed her up. Taught her stupid tricks. Brought her in the boat at dunns. She probably has better character than any of us. Well leave in a little while. Having coffee and a donut with her out on the porch.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 14:34:09 +0000
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