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23 PAWS – Play. Adore. Wag. Scratch.
How fun is this? On the 23rd of each month, I am participating in a blog hop hosted by Cinnamon at Eat, Pray, Tri. She has three adorable pups and is hosting a fun day for us to share our pet stories.
I love reading health and fitness blogs that are full of puppy pictures. Caroline has the cutest Beagle, Chewy that I want to hook up with my mom’s Beagle Betsey. So what if they live on separate coasts. Beagle love. And then I
stalk follow Kerrie who shows Boxers (we had a friend growing up that showed Boxers – Heidi was my favorite of theirs)
Since this is my first 23 PAWS (which, if you didn’t read the logo carefully – stands for Play. Adore. Wag. Scratch. – so cute) link up, I thought I’d share the history of my love of dogs with you all.
When I was a kid, my family bred and showed Puli dogs – a Hungarian Sheepdog. When I was 8 or 9, I just about begged my parents to let me have one of the puppies. Up until that point, I had just adopted litters of puppies as my own and cried my little eyes out every time one went to their forever homes (prompting calls from the new owners to make sure I was okay the next day).
When that fateful litter was expected, my parents promised that I could keep the ‘pick’ girl. I was so excited. The litter came and there were 4 male dogs. No girls. I went to bed heartbroken. When we woke up in the morning, there was a 5th puppy – a girl! MINE!!!!!
We named her Esmerelda (the litter had a cartoon theme, but somehow she got named after Esmerelda the stepsister in Cinderella – although that’s not the name in the Disney movies – but that’s the story my parents told me). I called her Ezzie.
I dressed Ezzie up, I put her in doll strollers, I put on roller skates and had her pull me around. She was awesome.
Ezzie was part of our lives until shortly before MMT and I got married, she was 15 I think. When I moved out of the house, my mom actually kept her because by that time she was rather senile for a dog and we didn’t think she could handle a move, let alone manage the stairs in my apartment building.
Here is the picture I have of Ezzie on my nightstand. (I don’t remember the significance of the Gizmo doll)
Over the years, there have been many more fur babies – I’ll share their stories sometime. But, right now, we have Cassie and Petey. They are both rescue dogs. Cassie is a maltese, terrier, poodle-ish mix. She’s tall a skinny and super sweet. She’s afraid of cameras and hates thunderstorms. She had a rough life before she came to our family. My kids were fans of the show Dragon Tales when we got the dog, so that’s where her name came from. We think she is about 8.
And then there’s Petey. Petey is a Bichon. He’s hilarious and poorly behaved. He loves kids and loves the chaos that the kids bring to the house. Petey is named after Pete Carroll – who was the USC Football coach at the time we adopted our guy. He’s 5. Yes, Pete moved on from USC shortly after Petey came into our lives, but we did not change our dog’s name.
So, I could talk all day about my dogs. Or running. Or yummy food. Or my kids. I’ve got a blog for that
Thanks Cinnamon for hosting this fun Blog Hop. See you all next month with more dog stories.
I love to hear stories of how people name their pets – please share yours.