My Dad has recently undergone a heart operation and it has got me thinking about how quickly we age and all that stuff. It's interesting how much times have changed and people's pets seem to be reflecting those changes also. Back when my Dad was young....back in the late 1950's he got himself a dog. He named the dog "Shane" and he was a German Shepherd.
Shane was a beautiful dog with a gentle nature. Our Dad loved him.
Here's a photo of our Mom with Shane, (with one of her brothers as well).
Sadly, Shane died of cancer and didn't live a long life.
We also lost Mom to cancer 15 years ago.
The next dog my parents got was "Duffy". He was a Shetland Sheepdog, but he wasn't as good natured as Shane and always tried to "herd" us kids. That's me as a baby in the photo. Duffy was eventually given away to a new home.
The dog I have the best memories of was "Ginger". She was a Lhasa Apso and we got her when I was about 12 years old. I'm probably 14 in this photo. We used to do silly things with her, like put sunglasses on her. She was a cute dog, but she could be somewhat aloof when she wanted to be.....unless you had food...then she'd hang around until you gave her some.
She ended up dying of a heart attack when she was around 14 years old.
Now this dog is "Molly". She's a Bichon Frise. In this photo my son was just a baby. He's 11 years old now!
Molly is owned by my Dad and stepmom. But I don't think Molly's going to be around much longer....she's around 14 years old...and has some breathing problems.
Well, I hope this post wasn't too boring.....I guess I did it more for myself than anyone.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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