Petey was found by the side of the road in a basket with his brother and sister. Another sibling had escaped the basket, and met their fate on the road. When we got him, he was 3 months old, and looked like a little fox. He kept growing longer and longer, but never taller. In the end, he was almost 60 lbs and about 15 inches high and more than 3 feet long. Actually I never measured him, so this is probably a bit of an exaggeration. Before we got Petey (named by my 3 year old daughter- at the time, she named everything Petey) the only dog I had had growing up was a wire haired dachshund named Schmooskin, or Schmoose for short.
As I do not remember walking her or picking up her poop, can I really say I "had" her?
Petey and I had a complicated relationship; he was stubborn beyond belief; everything became a test of will. I had the idea that I needed to assert who was the alpha dog, and poor Petey and I battled through the short life he had.
Petey died of a heart attack in 2005; I survived my heart attack in 2007. There is no sense in going through the what ifs. Love them while they're here; they would do nothing less for us.
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