Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Twelve and counting

I would like to tell you all a little story. It is about my family and our unbelievably bad luck with dogs. It starts a little over eleven years ago with a beautiful lab named rebel. He was our first; we got him as a puppy and thought we would have him forever. Sadly after six short months he meet his demise. It came in the form of a ford flat bed. Ouch!! Then there was a string of black dogs that sadly all died of privio. (sp?) Then we had the twins…..yes they were twins and the only way you could tell them apart was the female had a bald spot on her ass where Adam’s mom ran her over. Sadly they lasted about 4 months before some mysterious germ got them both within days of each other. From here it kind of just gets sad. We had one that Adam had to put down, two that caught the same mysterious germ, one that practically liquefied. Then there was a beautiful husky that Noah was given on his 2nd birthday that he named two. He lasted about a week before Adam accidentally ran over him. Noah was also given a black lab at the same time that he named fatback. Fatback was probably the smartest dog we had, he ran away after about two months. He knew somehow that he needed to get out while he still could. Now you would think at this point we would give up. Dogs are just not for some people. We have lived by this fact for the past five years, until recently Noah has really been wanting a puppy. Adam having fond memories of his beloved “Bear” and my memories of a great German shepherd named “Sally” liked the idea of the boys having a dog to grow up with decided to give it one more shot. Vowing this one would be different. We would do things differently, first and foremost watching when we back up! Adam lucked up on a Great Pyrenees/mix puppy at the Polk co animal shelter. So on Monday as a late Christmas surprise we brought “Luke” home (I will have to tell the story of him coming home another time, it is quite comical). Luke is a very cute happy 10 week old pup. He likes warm milk, fleece blankets, and sleeping in the middle of the living room floor. If you know me, you are probably shocked that this pup has been allowed inside my house, but I seem to have “sucker” wrote across my forehead. It’s just so cold outside and he is just so dang cute. So everyone keep your fingers crossed that the 12th time is the charm! Here are a few pics of the newest member of our clan!!!



4 comments:

April said...

He's SOOOO cute! I can't wait to see him in person!

Mandi said...

Awww... I certainly hope you have better luck with Luke! As a general rule, we have found that the more money you spend on a pet, the shorter time they live.

joymom said...

Oh!!!!!!! You have a new dog!!!!! Yay!!!! I can tell by looking at him that he is rotten already and yes, I am quite shocked that he as been allowed to set paw in your house!!!! I was at your house the day Rebel was hit! So sad!!!!

Denise said...

OM Gosh he's just the cutest thing!!!!
Here's hoping number 12's the charm