Why is it that dogs are man’s best friend, but diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Foolishness. I don’t want a diamond at all!
Before I was born, my parents got a puppy that they named Woosha. He was a little white fluff ball and I grew up with him. I don’t remember much about him as a youngster, but I do remember quite a lot about him once he was an elderly dog. He loved to chase bugs and eat them. What a freak! He was a great dog, even when he was grumpy. When he was in his last years, Woosha’s ears and eyes were failing him. He had difficulty getting around and would pee in the house all the time. I remember when my mom decided to put Woosha down. I think my dad was at sea (he was in the Navy) and my mom went to the vet alone and came back with Woosha wrapped in a towel. It was extremely upsetting and it took us all a while to move on and get another dog.
We briefly had a dog named Rebel, but he was a big dog and my family quickly realized that we were/are not big dog people. After about a week we gave Rebel back to his old family. It was sad to see him go.
After our short time with Rebel, we got another white poof ball that my mom named Mocha. She is amazingly smart and super playful. Whenever we kick the soccer ball around, she is right there wanting to play. Even now that she is old and has a limp, she still wants to chase after the ball and push it around. One of the hardest things about not living with my parents anymore is that I don’t see Mocha everyday. She is amazing. I have so many memories with her and I plan to make so many more.
A while after we got Mocha, my grandma came to live with us and she brought with her a pomeranian named Sam. Sam is a little prince. Or maybe king. He can be a huge grump but then other times he is a playful, prancing goofball. When my grandma moved out into a home, Sam stayed at my parents. He gets so excited when my grandma comes over to visit. It’s the cutest thing ever!
Last summer, my husband and I finally decided it was time to get a dog. We started searching around and found a breeder a couple hours away and decided to go check out the little pups they had. We ended up adopting Isla right then and there. We couldn’t take her home for another week though (longest week of my life!) until she had had her first shots and had been with her mother long enough. Isla is the cutest little pup ever. She is half Chihuahua and half Miniature Australian Sheppard. She has helped Matt and I greatly. She helped me feel more motivated to get up in the morning and to get through depression and she has helped Matt get off of anxiety medication.
Dogs are amazing creatures, and they are definitely a girl’s best friend!