I think that Taz and Calliou knew it was National Dog Day. They have been on their best behavior all day, well except once when we were getting ready to go for a walk and Calliou got a little rowdy.
I love dogs. Through the years we have had such a strange and wonderful assortment of mutts.
Small dogs, big dogs, smart ones and not so smart. We had a yellow lab mix named Gibson who lived to be 17, she was my dog. She tolerated Rick. Flop and Mop, sadly were not with us long but they were joyful little creatures. Flop loved to sleep on top of my head, all three pounds of her. Mop was stolen, and Flop was ran over by a car.
We had a big ugly mongrel named Red who had been abused. When Red came to live with us, he became the protector of all who lived in the Watson house. There is no doubt in my mind, Red would have taken a bullet for Rick or me.
Blackie Bear, a lab chow mix, and Charlie, a sheep dog mix took care of me as long as they could.
Astro and Buddy liked me, but they belonged to Rick. Taylor loved us both. There were many more, but dog stories are much like kid stories, they are usually only cute to their parents.
I have never understood how anyone could mistreat a human or a dog. Our dogs have been family members and we have mourned each and everyone's passing. I can't imagine my life without a dog.
I have hugged Taz and Calliou several times today, telling them how glad they chose us. And they did, they chose us. They are gifts that the universe bestowed upon us and I am eternally grateful.
Hug your dogs tonight.