Hello Fellow Hivers!
This is my first post and I'm happy to be here!
Alex and Tod
Dogs have always been a big part of my life. The very first dog that my family got was named Max. He was a very special dog, as he had been rehomed a few times before my dad brought him home. We were living in Germany at the time, as my father was stationed at a US military base around the Bad Cannstatt area. Max followed my dad everywhere, including to work! Max was so well known at the office that they unofficially adopted him as their office mascot!
After moving from Germany to the US (with Max still in tow), we found our next dog Bart, or should I saw he found us! My dad was running along a back road in rural Alabama when a scrawny little "lab" puppy followed him all the way home, about 4 miles! Because he had a coller on, we thought someone would beissing him, so we turned him into the pound. We called everyday, for three days, to check to see if he had been picked up, and by the third day he was ours! We quickly named him Bart and he fell into our routine nicely! He was the best dog to grow up with as by this time Max was much older. Bart allowed me to dress him up and hug on him, he was awesome!
After a few years, Max passed away leaving my parents devastated. They wanted another dog so they researched a bit and found a lovely farm in Tennessee that had Golden Retriever puppies for sale. When we got to the farm they only had one female (my mother's preference) left and it was the runt of the litter and had a "defect" (white spot on her back foot) which caused her to be unshowable (we were thinking of trying to show our first pure breed pupper). Upon seeing here, we knew she was perfect, regardless of the defect. We agreed to take her and named her Ginger, she was amazing! She made me fall in head over heels for the breed immediately.
Here is Ginger being a goof! 🤣
While Ginger was about 3 or 4, we stumbled upon our next dog, Dusti, a beautiful golden retriever "teenager". We had gone to a pet store to buy some dog food, and there she was, right at the entrance at one of those adoption events. Needless to say, we walked out of there with a new dog, as well as food for Bart and Ginger back at home. Dusti was the hardest dog to have, probably because she was traumatized as a puppy. We didn't actually get her full background, but she really never acted like a dog, almost as if she didn't know how. She was very sweet, and loved us very much, but she was kinda one of thoese potato Goldens that didn't want to do anything but eat!
A few years after we got Dusti, Bart and Ginger eventually passed away. I moved out on my own and got my own dog, a Pomeranian named Tod, with one "d" like a baby fox and my parents got another golden, Alex.
Alex
Look, it's a baby Tod!
Tod was my entire world. He was my constant companion for his whole 10.5 years on Earth. He moved with me from Alabama to Alaska and from Alska to California. He fell as hard for my husband as I did. He spent 12 months with my mom while my husband and I were in Australia, and became her little shadow. He was made of love and freely expressed it.
We lost Tod on February 21st, 2020 and a piece of me died that I will never get back again. He left such a creator in heart that i was soon on the search for a puppy. A few days of searching found these babies:
Meet Lewis
And Clark
These boys certainly are living up to their names, they are all exploring all over the place!
Thank you for taking the time to read my first post and I'm looking forward to sharing more cute puppies with you!
Alex and Clark, trying to out-cute each other!
