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May 2009 
A Tale of Two Dogs...
Posted on Jan 5th, 2009
by 
Christina
Christina
I have two dogs.
One is a prime example of the "Heinze 57" breed. My mutt Chickie is smart (too smart for her own good) and has the most incredible self-control I've ever seen in a dog. She is very expressive, almost comedically so, and is loving and protective. The other is a purebred beagle, and that poor baby is...something else.
Jack eats everything that he can see...my (clean) tablecloth (that I got when I was in Greece), gerbil food, and most recently, broccoli, just to name a few examples. His head is too heavy for the rest of his body, which makes walking down the stairs in front of him a new form of Russian Roulette. The happier he is, the more miserable he sounds. And, what kind of hunting dog is afraid of caterpillars...and cats...and squirrels...and laundry baskets? But, he is a loveable mess, and he's mine!
Jack and Chickie have a very special relationship. They chew on each other's ears, smack each other around with their tails, and play steal-the-bone (even when they each have one...), but at the end of the day, you will find the two of them curled up next to each other.
Where did I find these canine wonders? It just so happens that I found Chickie at the animal shelter, having been previously abused. The day we met, she was huddled in the back of a tiny cage surrounded by people. She was crying and scared. After the crowd left, I walked over to see what all of the fuss was about. She pushed herself as close to me as she possibly could get and whimpered. We've been together ever since! Jack was destined for the shelter because he needed too much love and attention. Rescuing them was one of the best things I've ever done. They bring so much laughter and love into our (my family's and mine) lives every day.
Although, it might be helpful if I could find something (like a radar gun) that would reveal to me the mystery that is the mind of Jack. At the very least, it might protect my table cloths!
One is a prime example of the "Heinze 57" breed. My mutt Chickie is smart (too smart for her own good) and has the most incredible self-control I've ever seen in a dog. She is very expressive, almost comedically so, and is loving and protective. The other is a purebred beagle, and that poor baby is...something else.
Jack eats everything that he can see...my (clean) tablecloth (that I got when I was in Greece), gerbil food, and most recently, broccoli, just to name a few examples. His head is too heavy for the rest of his body, which makes walking down the stairs in front of him a new form of Russian Roulette. The happier he is, the more miserable he sounds. And, what kind of hunting dog is afraid of caterpillars...and cats...and squirrels...and laundry baskets? But, he is a loveable mess, and he's mine!
Jack and Chickie have a very special relationship. They chew on each other's ears, smack each other around with their tails, and play steal-the-bone (even when they each have one...), but at the end of the day, you will find the two of them curled up next to each other.
Where did I find these canine wonders? It just so happens that I found Chickie at the animal shelter, having been previously abused. The day we met, she was huddled in the back of a tiny cage surrounded by people. She was crying and scared. After the crowd left, I walked over to see what all of the fuss was about. She pushed herself as close to me as she possibly could get and whimpered. We've been together ever since! Jack was destined for the shelter because he needed too much love and attention. Rescuing them was one of the best things I've ever done. They bring so much laughter and love into our (my family's and mine) lives every day.
Although, it might be helpful if I could find something (like a radar gun) that would reveal to me the mystery that is the mind of Jack. At the very least, it might protect my table cloths!
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