I have had a dog or dogs in my house since my daughter was about three years old. That means for about twenty-two years I have had accidents, slobber, toys, food bowls, water bowls all over my house.
I mean why not? I have a job. My dog might as well have one too. I mean she can pull her own weight a bit. Every morning I leave the house before 5 am to head to the radio station. I say good bye to Chipper.
It is time for my daughter's yearly move. I am making my plans to be out of town for a few days. That leaves me with a dilemma. My dog, Chipper, needs to be taken care of while I am gone.
My poor not so little dog. She was put on a diet a little over eight months ago. Her vet said that she was a bit chunky and that was leading to some health problems.
We already know a lot of health benefits of having a dog. I mean having a go to walk partner is great for you both. Having someone who loves you unconditionally when you get home from work....that is nice too.
To say my dog has had a rough 2020, along with the rest of us, is an understatement. Poor girl has gone through some crazy life changes. We had to put her sister to sleep in February. Chipper still doesn’t understand where her Cinnamon could be. That’s been a tough one.
I have had two dogs for the past twelve years. They have been best buds. Cinnamon and Chipper were both Puggles, half Pug and half Beagle, the weren't from the same litter but they sure thought so. They were both the same age. So really they were like sisters.
When my daughter was growing up she wanted a dog. We ended up with two, Cinnamon and Chipper, they are both Puggles. Then she wanted a cat. I wasn't sure if I wanted to add another animal to our household.