Pets

Sara has a new pet; Baxter, a King Charles Spaniel. Actually she has two names; Baxter Cheyenne. The Cheyenne part comes from the name of our first dog; Doctor Rusty Cheyenne (Doc). Doc was a Brittany Spaniel and he was a special dog. I've heard it said that if you can have one great hunting dog in your life then you should be happy. Doc was that dog.


But Doc had a lunatic side to him, and I don't want that transferred to Baxter through "physoctic name transferrance"...I made that name up but I'm sure some dog whisperer thinks its a real thing. You see, Doc was so attached to Gana that he would worry himself crazy if she was not with her. He eventually found the only windown in our home not locked and would push the window up with his nose and jump out into the lawn. Great plan, but that window was on the second floor of our home. We had red-tip photenias planted right where Doc would land. He did this so often that he'd worn out a little landing strip on the ground from his recurring crash landings. And the red-tipped photenias; I'm just glad we didn't come home one day to find them to be dog-tipped photenias.

Doc's antics were quite extraordinary. Here's a short list, the detailed accounts will have to wait:

• The vetinarian's pet bird...doc IS a bird dog.
• The neighbor's pet rabbit...I guess there were no birds around.
• Romancing from afar...taking care of his family obligations.
• The bus ride to school...why didn't that bus driver see Doc walk onto the school bus?
• The Thanksgiving feast...and why it is a good idea not to leave turkey scraps in the garbage.

Anyway, I hope Baxter does not assume those same personality traits.



Now Randy has issues. Randy is Sara and Haley's Chihuahua they got while in university and then since they couldn't split the dog when they parted after school, well of course Gana and I now are the caretaker of Randy. No person owns Randy. Randy is the master and commander of our "ship" and makes sure anyone walking within a quarter mile of our home knows to keep away. What a yapper! While Gana and I are off to work Randy spends his days with my Mom and Dad...keeping people away from their home and scoffing up the bits that fall (with Mom and Dad's help) from the table at breakfast, lunch and dinner.



I see God's plan in Chihuahua's. He made them small for a purpose. Just think if they were the size of a pit bull, they'd have to be declared a lethal weapon. And then they'd probably STILL want to sit on your lap all day. Here's a picture of Randy doing what he does best.
We have two other dogs, but their stories will have to wait.