A Loving Dog - By: lp5

The best dog we had the pleasure to have owned was a blonde, female, Half Terrier/Half Lab named Blondie.
In 1977 we got her free from a friend of ours. He had two pups left from a litter of eight he could not sell.
Previous to her, we had a white German Sheppard named Brutus. He was way too rough when playing with the kids. They were 4 and 2 years old. The kids would make a run for the playhouse ladder, but it did not matter how far away Brutus was, he would run them down. Although his intent was just to be playful, at six months old, he stood almost five feet tall on his hind legs, and was a very strong, playful pup.
Our children were terrified of Brutus, so I found a home for him in the country with a friend from work, and thus the reason for our search for a new dog.
When we found Blondie, the kids fell in love with her. She was the perfect suck-up. When she wagged her tail, her whole body wagged with it in opposing directions.
“Kisses” were passed out freely to the kids, and she was on her way home with us ten minutes later.
Since we had a previous dog, we had a dog bed, dog toys and a leash. I let the collar go with Brutus due to the large size, and our plans did not include a large dog. So we had to stop at a local department store for a new collar. Our daughter got to pick out the new dog collar, and she did so with pride.
Blondie settled in real fast. She knew she had to go outside to answer nature’s call, and was not shy about letting us know it. She would run into the room where we were, look us in the eye, and wined as she squirmed and wiggled toward the door.
Blondie soon found that bed privileges did not extend to our bed. Being the quick study that she was, we did not have to run her off of the bed more than twice. She settled in to sleeping in her own bed with the occasional sleep over in our daughter’s room. Our daughter would sneak Blondie up onto her bed after we tucked her in from time to time. She thought we would not know. Since Blondie was such a good dog, we cut her some slack.
As the years passed, she became a regular member of the family. Blondie lived to be 17 years old. When you take good care of your dog, and return the love he/she gives you, odds are your beloved dog will live a long happy life. Blondie lived longer than average, and we attributed it to the close relationship our daughter had with Blondie.
I will never forget the day she passed away. Blondie truly was a member of the family.
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