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CinnamonGirl · 03-05-2004, 05:49 PM

I wasn't really all that attached to my first puppy, which is kind of sad... but he was mostly an outside dog, and not all that affectionate.

My second puppy, though...aww. She was my stepdad's puppy first, but when he and my mom got married, I adopted her as my own. She slept in my bed every other night for over half my life (my brother and I had to "take turns")...she kept me company when I was sick, listened intently when I sang to her, comforted me when I was sad...and she was so good-tempered. My mom ran sort of a mini daycare service, and she was great with the kids. When one in particular was learning to walk, he fell on her a couple times, but she just looked at him and licked his hand.

My parents are divorced, so we'd go to my dad's every other weekend. She always waited for us to come home on Sunday night, looking out the window until she saw his car, then jumped down and ran to the door. She hated long weekends (when we were gone until Monday night) and the two weeks we were gone in the summer...Mom told us she moped around and pouted almost the entire time.

I got a call back in September...they had to put her to sleep. She was 14, and in pretty bad shape. I felt so bad that I wasn't there with her when she went under.

Thinking about her strange "habits" always makes me smile though...she loved pancakes...she could open wrapped presents (she'd rip the paper with her teeth, then spit it out...I've never seen another dog do that)...the way she'd shake and bark at us if we were yelling at each other...

Wow, I miss her...my parents also have three labs, and they're great, but nothing like Polly was.

03-05-2004, 05:49 PM	#17 (permalink)
CinnamonGirl She's Actual Size Location: Central Republic of Where-in-the-Hell	I wasn't really all that attached to my first puppy, which is kind of sad... but he was mostly an outside dog, and not all that affectionate. My second puppy, though...aww. She was my stepdad's puppy first, but when he and my mom got married, I adopted her as my own. She slept in my bed every other night for over half my life (my brother and I had to "take turns")...she kept me company when I was sick, listened intently when I sang to her, comforted me when I was sad...and she was so good-tempered. My mom ran sort of a mini daycare service, and she was great with the kids. When one in particular was learning to walk, he fell on her a couple times, but she just looked at him and licked his hand. My parents are divorced, so we'd go to my dad's every other weekend. She always waited for us to come home on Sunday night, looking out the window until she saw his car, then jumped down and ran to the door. She hated long weekends (when we were gone until Monday night) and the two weeks we were gone in the summer...Mom told us she moped around and pouted almost the entire time. I got a call back in September...they had to put her to sleep. She was 14, and in pretty bad shape. I felt so bad that I wasn't there with her when she went under. Thinking about her strange "habits" always makes me smile though...she loved pancakes...she could open wrapped presents (she'd rip the paper with her teeth, then spit it out...I've never seen another dog do that)...the way she'd shake and bark at us if we were yelling at each other... Wow, I miss her...my parents also have three labs, and they're great, but nothing like Polly was. __________________ "...for though she was ordinary, she possessed health, wit, courage, charm, and cheerfulness. But because she was not beautiful, no one ever seemed to notice these other qualities, which is so often the way of the world." "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"