Dogs are People too

Well, since my daughters post about their kids, I will post about mine. No, not the children I gave birth to but the ones we've adopted over the years. Lovingly referred to as our "kids", and currently "the boys", these adorable creatures are right up there in the ranking along with our grandbabies. Now don't get me wrong, we love our grandbabies beyond words and there is no greater pleasure in the world but we also love our 4-legged kids like they are people.

This is our sweet Addy. She's been gone since Nov of 2002. She was our "Calendar Girl". I submitted a picture of her (not this one) to a national calendar and they used it for October 12, 1998.
This is Charlie. We used to call him the "devil dog" but that name has been passed down now. Charlie is such a sweet boy but he is a cookie-aholic. In order for us to get him to go outside, we have to bribe him with a doggie cookie. Charlie will push and shove to get a cookie or leftovers. He's rather aggressive when it comes to treats so we have to be careful when the grandbabies give him one. When Addy died, I swear that her spirit went into Charlie. From that day on, his face started turning white, he started to act like her, waddle like her and even responds when I accidentally call him by her name.

This is Luke. Luke is the current "devil dog". He is such a daddy's boy. He can't stand it when Brent leaves. He will lay by the door until he comes home. Brent works graveyard shifts and when he is sleeping during the day, Luke is usually right there with him. Luke is the dominant one. If Charlie is getting petted by Brent, Luke will nudge him right out of the way. The only time he isn't "the boss" is when he gets a snack. Even the tiniest fingers can give him a little snack and Luke will be so gentle to slowly take it with his front teeth.

Some people think we are crazy. If you come to our house, you'd better either like our dogs or tolerate them. They were here first! You're the intruder. If you don't like dog hair on your clothes, bring your own lint brush. Don't even think about NOT scratching Charlie behind his ears. He'll nudge his nose into your crotch until he knocks you over if you don't. We sacrifice vacations away from home because Brent doesn't trust anyone with his boys. Not even our adult children. No one can give them the love they deserve. And don't even think they stay outside at night or during the day longer than to go potty. Groomers? Forget it. To put them in a cage is just inhumane! Ahhh, man's best friend!