As an author I often write dogs into my mysteries. Today, some of my readers are telling their dog stories.
Pamela Watkins
My Chihuahua only weighs around 2 pounds. We have a fairly big back yard. I go out with her at night because of the owl and other vermin lurking around. One night she goes prissing down our ramp, barking all the way. Now this is the norm for her as she thinks she is a Great Dane! She gets out in the yard by the cars and trucks, me with her holding the flashlight. About the time she finds her spot, a pine straw touched her backside. She started yelping like she was dying and nearly ran me over getting to the back door! Of course nothing was wrong with her. Her nickname is the Princess for a reason!!
My Chihuahua only weighs around 2 pounds. We have a fairly big back yard. I go out with her at night because of the owl and other vermin lurking around. One night she goes prissing down our ramp, barking all the way. Now this is the norm for her as she thinks she is a Great Dane! She gets out in the yard by the cars and trucks, me with her holding the flashlight. About the time she finds her spot, a pine straw touched her backside. She started yelping like she was dying and nearly ran me over getting to the back door! Of course nothing was wrong with her. Her nickname is the Princess for a reason!!
Lucia Whitten
My favorite dog story is when our golden retriever saved our now 14-year-old cat, who was about 4 weeks when we found her. She was close to death but was able to let out a meow we heard from down the street. The vet did all they could and we took her home praying for the best. Our dog cuddled, cleaned, warmed, protected, and loved that little kitten until she was healed. Miss our dog Leo but we still have Lucky around.
Lucia Whitten
My favorite dog story is when our golden retriever saved our now 14-year-old cat, who was about 4 weeks when we found her. She was close to death but was able to let out a meow we heard from down the street. The vet did all they could and we took her home praying for the best. Our dog cuddled, cleaned, warmed, protected, and loved that little kitten until she was healed. Miss our dog Leo but we still have Lucky around.
Libby Adams
We absolutely LOVE Yorkshire Terriers. All the ones we have had have all been remarkable, but the first one we ever had was the most remarkable of all. Her stories are many, as she was very intelligent and loved attention, especially my husbands (her “dad”). She was always going for rides with him, and if he got out of the car and she felt she could have gone with him, she would stand on the driver’s seat and give him “what for” when he got back. You would think she was about to bite your arm off if you dared come near, but we knew it was all show. Once, he took her to a store that sold ice cream. It was their habit to sit on the tailgate and share the ice cream and greet people as they went by. This one day, she would not have anything to do with the ice cream. He kept trying to coax her but she just kept looking around and ignoring him. He noticed no one had said anything to her but didn’t think anything about it, until someone finally walked by and said something to her. That was what she was waiting for because she immediately started begging for the ice cream! She was such a social butterfly.
We absolutely LOVE Yorkshire Terriers. All the ones we have had have all been remarkable, but the first one we ever had was the most remarkable of all. Her stories are many, as she was very intelligent and loved attention, especially my husbands (her “dad”). She was always going for rides with him, and if he got out of the car and she felt she could have gone with him, she would stand on the driver’s seat and give him “what for” when he got back. You would think she was about to bite your arm off if you dared come near, but we knew it was all show. Once, he took her to a store that sold ice cream. It was their habit to sit on the tailgate and share the ice cream and greet people as they went by. This one day, she would not have anything to do with the ice cream. He kept trying to coax her but she just kept looking around and ignoring him. He noticed no one had said anything to her but didn’t think anything about it, until someone finally walked by and said something to her. That was what she was waiting for because she immediately started begging for the ice cream! She was such a social butterfly.
Renee Collins
Our son had a wonderful dog he named bear...apparently, he was part chow and part lab...as a pup, he was dumped off in our daughter’s Texas neighbourhood when we were visiting from PA. We advertised and went door to door...no one claimed him. So he returned with us. Bear was a loveable dog...we had him for three years before we rehomed with a family...reason? If we let into fenced back yard, he would find a way out and always go to the same house where there were numerous children to run and play with...you see, I was working full time, teaching at a grad school part time, and working on my doctorate. Of six kids, all were out on their own or in college. My husband was full time military...the saddest thing was when he played by himself...seriously...he would run up the stairs with a ball in his mouth and throw it down the stairs, run and chase it...bear would do this for hours. We finally managed to get all together and have a family conference. Tears were shed, but we all felt that he needed more than we could offer. We were fortunate to have help to find him a forever home with a loving young family. He’s crossed the Rainbow Bridge now. We were also fortunate enough to be able to visit him...and be his go to Home if his family went on a holiday.
Second story:
Before Bear
In my first year of the master’s program, I meant a family with a litter of Jack Russells. I fell in love with the tiniest one...however, they told me he was sold. Three days later, I was called and told the other family did had changed their minds. I
Picked him up...the boys promptly called him Einstein. That same day we were setting up our Christmas Tree. Einstein trained me right away to sit down when he wanted on my lap for a cuddle. By day 5... I had lost him. Little Einstein decided he had found himself a boy...and chose to be our youngest son’s dog instead. He had found his forever partner. Those two were together whenever Randyl was not at school or work...they showered together, slept together, and delivered pizza together.
When Randy’s fiancé moved into his upstairs apartment in our house, he became Amy’s baby too. By that time Randy was a full-time mechanic saving money to buy his own garage. One day a young lady he rescued at the side of the road by repairing her car, followed him home. Unfortunately, she went up to Randy’s apartment and tried to “make time with Randy” with Amy sitting there. Amy came running down stairs crying saying she didn’t know what to do. We talked and established that our son was ignoring her...only speaking to her to tell her to leave...all the while Amy was crying and cuddling Einstein. So Amy and Einstein went back up...and that smart little doggie (whom had never peed in the house in his life), climbed up on the back of the sofa, calmly walked behind the young woman, raised his leg...and peed right down her back! She shrieked, grabbed her purse and ran down the stairs. And out the door. Within seconds, Amy & Randy literally stumbled and rolled down the stairs laughing and Einstein just pranced and proudly strutted after them...I am sure he was saying...I saved my boy and my girl!
We no longer have Randy, Einstein or Amy. Fifteen years ago, Randy was killed by drunk drivers as he was walking down the road. Amy eventually married and had children. Einstein, I am sure died of heart break. He waited everyday by the door for Randy to come home. We tried everything. He lingered for six months, then died. But we have such happy memories now--of both Einstein and Randy. I am sure they are playing, running, and having fun...
Our son had a wonderful dog he named bear...apparently, he was part chow and part lab...as a pup, he was dumped off in our daughter’s Texas neighbourhood when we were visiting from PA. We advertised and went door to door...no one claimed him. So he returned with us. Bear was a loveable dog...we had him for three years before we rehomed with a family...reason? If we let into fenced back yard, he would find a way out and always go to the same house where there were numerous children to run and play with...you see, I was working full time, teaching at a grad school part time, and working on my doctorate. Of six kids, all were out on their own or in college. My husband was full time military...the saddest thing was when he played by himself...seriously...he would run up the stairs with a ball in his mouth and throw it down the stairs, run and chase it...bear would do this for hours. We finally managed to get all together and have a family conference. Tears were shed, but we all felt that he needed more than we could offer. We were fortunate to have help to find him a forever home with a loving young family. He’s crossed the Rainbow Bridge now. We were also fortunate enough to be able to visit him...and be his go to Home if his family went on a holiday.
Second story:
Before Bear
In my first year of the master’s program, I meant a family with a litter of Jack Russells. I fell in love with the tiniest one...however, they told me he was sold. Three days later, I was called and told the other family did had changed their minds. I
Picked him up...the boys promptly called him Einstein. That same day we were setting up our Christmas Tree. Einstein trained me right away to sit down when he wanted on my lap for a cuddle. By day 5... I had lost him. Little Einstein decided he had found himself a boy...and chose to be our youngest son’s dog instead. He had found his forever partner. Those two were together whenever Randyl was not at school or work...they showered together, slept together, and delivered pizza together.
When Randy’s fiancé moved into his upstairs apartment in our house, he became Amy’s baby too. By that time Randy was a full-time mechanic saving money to buy his own garage. One day a young lady he rescued at the side of the road by repairing her car, followed him home. Unfortunately, she went up to Randy’s apartment and tried to “make time with Randy” with Amy sitting there. Amy came running down stairs crying saying she didn’t know what to do. We talked and established that our son was ignoring her...only speaking to her to tell her to leave...all the while Amy was crying and cuddling Einstein. So Amy and Einstein went back up...and that smart little doggie (whom had never peed in the house in his life), climbed up on the back of the sofa, calmly walked behind the young woman, raised his leg...and peed right down her back! She shrieked, grabbed her purse and ran down the stairs. And out the door. Within seconds, Amy & Randy literally stumbled and rolled down the stairs laughing and Einstein just pranced and proudly strutted after them...I am sure he was saying...I saved my boy and my girl!
We no longer have Randy, Einstein or Amy. Fifteen years ago, Randy was killed by drunk drivers as he was walking down the road. Amy eventually married and had children. Einstein, I am sure died of heart break. He waited everyday by the door for Randy to come home. We tried everything. He lingered for six months, then died. But we have such happy memories now--of both Einstein and Randy. I am sure they are playing, running, and having fun...
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