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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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This was our dog Tia. She wasn’t a little dog, she was only small. :)

She had a cushion on every floor of the house that she would lie on. In the garden the kneeling pad was fair game for her to usurp.

To my distress I couldn’t find a picture of Bailey our German Shepard/Husky cross. She was Tia’s big sister, best friend, and Mom. She was superbly intelligent and so full of love. We miss them both so much.

She looks just like one of the Chihuahuas we had ten years ago, Phidaux (Fido). Only a month before she left us, we got the toy fox, T-bone, who has the same colors on her head, but faded white now. White body and a Nike swoosh on the back of her neck. They were BFFs for that month. Now T-bone acts like Phidaux.
 
I have always found that if you add a dog to your “pack” the older dog teaches the new guy what to do and how to behave. Our first dog in Canada Brandy was a rescue and then our youngest son brought home two puppies. Both from the same litter but Whiskey was Shepard mix and Vodka was Dobermann. Brandy brought them up and taught them how to behave. We passed Vodka to another couple.

We brought Whiskey with us to our new house after our son’s accident, Brandy having passed away due to a neighbours actions. Then we rescued Bailey. Whiskey Dog, as we called him, passed away and Tia came in. The only dog we had actually purchased. She proved to be an epileptic but that was easily controlled by a daily dose of Pheno Barbital. If Tia had not come to us I’m sure she would have been put down because of it. She lived for sixteen years, six months and eight days.
 
We always got two new dawgs whenever we get down to one. Always have a backup.

Ken you been messing with my phone or did google just pickup your name? All my google ads are chix with big butts in tight minidresses. Not the bad kinda big, the kind that can cause marital problems.
 
Don’t drag me into any of that.

The one problem with dawgs is..I get so attached to em, that when they pass, they take a big part of me as well. My all time best buddy, Roofus, got so old, blind, and arthritic the only thing I could do was to put him down. That was 10 yrs ago, and it still agonizes me.

That boy had his own dawg, a totally deaf pit bull mix named Cletus. One sad day, I found Cletus dead in the back yard, for no apparent reason other than he just gave out.

Both of these boys were blessings to the wife and I. The reason we haven’t gotten any other pups is simply because I ... well... just not ready to address the inevitability that comes along with good dawgs quite yet.
 
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Taking the "dog" for a walk...
 
I don’t know how, but they always seem to know when you are taking a photo.
Which as a minimum says they're smarter than most criminals! I've always believed that animals often stare at us and wonder what we're thinking and why we find it so necessary to always be doing, rather than simply being.
 
If you smoke 'em.

Shaddap about smoking...I’ve give well over a month without a cigarette, or anything else in the smokable category. Was one of those “better do this or you could die a lot sooner than you wanted” epiphanies.

Getting thru the stress filled holidays without smoking, and without beating the ever loving crap out of those who truly deserved it...well...it was challenging.
 
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