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When Jerry and I married he really didn't like to have dogs in the house. He was a farmer guy and the dogs were outside so they could bark when things were going on outside that didn't need to be going on.
Like someone trying to get the cows, or get food out of the smoke house, or coyotes getting in the chicken house, or maybe even skunks.
I on the other hand liked dogs in the house. Dad got a chance to get a dog from the man who raised and trained all the Lassies. We had two bt one had some kind of disease that almost ate his skin off. Remember that I was only a seven year old when we got that dog, so I don't know all the problems that this puppy had. Then we got Pepper.
Pepper needed more grooming than I did. But we had pepper until he died after we had been in Oklahoma City for a while. I don't know where he went. I just know that he got sick and didn't come home from the vet's.
When Jerry and I got married we got puppies after we moved to town and had our own apartment. His mother was not used to dogs in the house.
We had puppies until we went to England in 1973. England has a quarantine for animals for six months. Families are able to visit the cats and dogs, but they are not allowed out of the cage. Louise, that's Jerry's mom, said they would take the dog for the two years we were gone. She took good care of that dog and even let her sleep in the house.
Then we got Mandy for me and Killer for Lynn the Christmas of 1978. We were going to have Yorkie babies. And we did. First litter was one puppy. We named her Priscilla because she was so prissy. The second litter was EIGHT. No more puppies!
We've had two others and Jerry fell in love with both of them--of course that's because he was home to see them grow and have them pick him as THEIR person.
It's been two years and one month since Jerry died and Sarah is sleeping on the floor that was the side of the bed Jerry slept on. I guess she just knows that that's where he slept.
Sad but true.
Like someone trying to get the cows, or get food out of the smoke house, or coyotes getting in the chicken house, or maybe even skunks.
I on the other hand liked dogs in the house. Dad got a chance to get a dog from the man who raised and trained all the Lassies. We had two bt one had some kind of disease that almost ate his skin off. Remember that I was only a seven year old when we got that dog, so I don't know all the problems that this puppy had. Then we got Pepper.
Pepper needed more grooming than I did. But we had pepper until he died after we had been in Oklahoma City for a while. I don't know where he went. I just know that he got sick and didn't come home from the vet's.
When Jerry and I got married we got puppies after we moved to town and had our own apartment. His mother was not used to dogs in the house.
We had puppies until we went to England in 1973. England has a quarantine for animals for six months. Families are able to visit the cats and dogs, but they are not allowed out of the cage. Louise, that's Jerry's mom, said they would take the dog for the two years we were gone. She took good care of that dog and even let her sleep in the house.
Then we got Mandy for me and Killer for Lynn the Christmas of 1978. We were going to have Yorkie babies. And we did. First litter was one puppy. We named her Priscilla because she was so prissy. The second litter was EIGHT. No more puppies!
We've had two others and Jerry fell in love with both of them--of course that's because he was home to see them grow and have them pick him as THEIR person.
It's been two years and one month since Jerry died and Sarah is sleeping on the floor that was the side of the bed Jerry slept on. I guess she just knows that that's where he slept.
Sad but true.
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