tonight its dogs - brought up elswhere

 started life - literally with kurt , a german shepeard that would only alwo people that were deemed acceptable to come near me as a baby , if he sensed that you might be wishing ill , he was 90lbs  of fury , he herded me around when i learned to walk , i lost him when i was six , it was what set my feelings , i loved that dog and loosing him was the first real loss in my lifetime , 

his replacement fritz was stricken with a disease - distemper- that made me watch him slowly waste away , that was in the 50s , by the 60s i had sam who would kill anything that came near me and he did , sadly he was not as discriminating as kurt was - he was a rescue dog that had been shot in the face with a shotgun , he loved me but he didnt allow anyone to trespass people or other dogs - it was the other dogs that caused the problem , 

his replacement was a female  that was more my siblings dog than mine by high school i was gone most of the time 

fast forward to collage , my exwife - wife at the time brought home one black peekinese , we bonded then she found a second and we bonded , then we divorced and she took both that was my first exwife and last dog , second exwife never wanted a dog and neither did i , 

my current wife and i had been married for over 30 years and only discussed a dog when we took care of my SIL & BILs dog when they were on vacation - that dog passed and they got another , it didnt get along with their cat [not his fault - the cats fault] but we ended up with him 

as much as i never wanted a dog again this one is very special to me - no doubt that he is my wifes dog first and foremost but he is mine second - i am hoping he outlives me , i dont want to go through that loss again 

mine has all those covered except the farm dog , hes a yorkie ......but he does like watching the deer in the back yard through the windows 

i think he might be - both , 

he just came in to say goodnight , he does that every night , when he is going to his place to sleep , its like he wants to know im here and letting me know he is here , im hoping he outlives me , he could , i really dont want to go thru losing another dog , that hurt more than the ex wives by far 

that end of life is what i dred , it will be double hard because she has never gone through it , she was born in pearl harbor and moved to japan by aircraft carrier as a navy bratt , lived there till jr high , back to san diego for jr high and here to minnessota for high school , they never had a pet 

My current furry beast is named Wally. 1/2 Pitt Bull, 1/2 black lab. 10-1/2 years old and still vigorous. My only other dog, Buffy, was a cocker spaniel/duck toller mix. Very loyal both of them.50 some years later and I still miss Buffy. I miss any and all dogs that were a part of my life in some way or another. They have unconditional love for us, are totally dependant on us and I like being his provider and best friend. God gave us dogs for a reason.....

I've also had some great cats too.  Joshua lived to a very ripe old age that I estimate to be 26 years.  I inherited him when my wonderful old spinster aunt passed away and he was already around 4 years old.  I had him for 22 years so his age of 26 was pretty close.  I felt that as long as Joshua was alive a little bit of my beloved aunt was still around.  He would wait at the end of the driveway for me to get home from work where I'd pick him up and he would wrap himself around my neck and commence grooming me.  He loved to fall asleep in my lap and had a very endearing habit of taking one of my hands and starting with the pinky he would lick every finger to the thumb and back whence he would hold the end of my pinky gently in his teeth and purr himself to sleep.  I think it reminded him of his mother's teat and he found it very soothing, even as an adult cat.

My cat Cheeko lived to 19 years. He was a great pet, I miss him still.