We love them. Can’t help ourselves. They look at us with those faces and we fall hard. Then we bring them home and keep falling. Over half chewed bones, destroyed shoes, defiled tennis balls. It never ends.
There’s always something to clean, repair or replace.
And every bit of it is worth it when you look into those eyes.
This is a blog dedicated three special pups. Perhaps more as time goes on if dreams come true.
For now you will mostly hear about the antics revolving around:
Rain, the Lady of the House. Coonhound, matriarch and all around contented living furniture decor. She’s in her golden years but still has a little fire in that barrel belly. She keeps her young brothers in line and is legendary for her sweet demeanor with visitors, especially children.
Chance, the Rescue. A coonhound mix, Chance came to us entirely by chance. On a trip to PetCo for dog food one day we found ourselves in the midst of an adoption event. One look from his big sad eyes and we were sold. He’s 80 pounds of the purest, sweetest most unapologetic love you could ever hope to know and he was abandoned with his litter-mates in a cardboard box during an ice storm. Every day he looks at me like I’m the greatest person on the planet and every day it reminds me to try and be the person that deserves such devotion.
Duke, our beagle, is the youngest of the group. Duke is happiness. It’s a beagle thing. He inspires playfulness in everyone in the house. He’s also not above getting on the kitchen table to steal food. It’s a beagle thing. He will also follow you from room to room until you get all your chores done just waiting to settle in on your lap when you finally sit down to watch some TV. This too is a beagle thing.
My thing? Well, my thing is dogs. Not puppies, not kittens, they’re cute for sure, but dogs to me are goodness. Someday if I’m lucky I might start a beagle sanctuary. For now, it’s my dogs that give me sanctuary. Perhaps they can give you a little as well. 🙂