I am dog people, have been since childhood. We always had a dog growing up. They were and are my companion, my sit and watch scary movie buddy, my what did I hear buddy, my bed warmer on cold nights, the one that feels my emotion and cares, the tear licker, the steady company when the world is crazy…

I have had guinea pigs, turtles, fish, and a few kitties over the course of life. But dogs rule in my heart… I am unsure if they are my emotional support or I theirs… a bit of both methinks…

My life is shared with three of them at this time. My oldest is Tebow, he is 16 a Teddy Roosevelt Terrier,  my husband and I raised them, he was supposed to go to my son, but he stayed with me. He’s the last of my pack from the time with my husband who has passed away. He sleeps mostly, and comes for hugs and scratches when he wants. He has always been a bit of a loner, in his youth he was a mole hunter, squirrel chaser, and had a howl I loved to hear… we can be heard reminiscing at times when he wants to be loved… of the old days, howling, running, and rembering the rest of the pack thats now gone.  Then there’s Jake my lab, bull dog mix rhat came to me as a throwout baby, half starved, hurt, and   full of ticks and fleas. That was about 7 years ago. He is my outside, really dont like inside protector. No one is coming in my gate without his okay. He’s getting older too, he still chases squirrels and rabbits but watches them more. He has a sarcastic, teenage personality.  Loves to play the im not listening thing when I call him, loves his bacon treats and a cheeseburger. Then, there is the my crazy little one, Jetson only about 2 or so, came scurrying under my gate, running like a bear was chasing him, thin and cover weed in fleas and ticks. Took me 3 days to touch him, but he chose me I’m his person, he’s my new bed buddy, and velcro mutt. He follows me every step, keeps me going, and loves to play fetch, and makes me smile. Not sure who abused him but someone did, he’s mine, and I’m his now… he’s chihuahua and maybe Terrier,  vet said.

What is good about having pets… it is the unconditional love, the laughs, the aggravation, the company, the emotional support and the reality that they are excited you are home, want nothing more than to be with you, do what you want and just be… they are best friends that are needy at times and there when you are… no questions asked. Can’t imagine life without them, I think the last one, Jetson, was sent by God cause my others are old and getting short on time. The worst part of pets, is that they live shorter lives, and I mourn them deeply… but they are a joy to me, aggravating at times, good listeners, funny and good for my soul…