Tandy the Golden and Stephanie
"The dog of my dreams" my sister said.
And Tandy was.
The best dog ever.
My sister had this dream of being in a field with her dog running. Really, I think she just wanted to live in a grassy field with all kinds of animals, lambs, goats, cows, deer but mostly her dog. One time she stopped to pick up a baby fawn by the side of the road and bring it back to our condo (she had plans to raise it there-because deer do really well living in condos) but the DNR beat her to it, and she came home crying, thwarted. I was shocked, but not really, and somewhat relieved we would not be buying deer chow and watching tv with a deer on the couch with us. Stephanie, I love her!
Belle was a Fairy
My dog could fly. She used fairy dust.
She was magic!
My dog would just look at you when you gave a command.
"Processing...... processing.....choosing to disregard."
That is how my sister described her attitude towards obedience.
I loved her anyways. She was my little soulmate.
"Processing...... processing.....choosing to disregard."
That is how my sister described her attitude towards obedience.
I loved her anyways. She was my little soulmate.
Willie was a Cowboy
Belle could Spell her Name with a Rope
Willie had personality to spare and was very funny.
Belle didn't listen to a thing anyone said.
She was an independent woman.
They have personality.
We love them.
Our pets.
Our family.
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