We have had only Australian Shepherds as pets, as they are my husband’s favorite dogs. Our youngest daughter loves dogs of all kinds.
Sidney. He was our last dog. He came to us when he was about 9 months old. He had been living his entire life alone in a backyard, so he was not well-socialized. He would bark at anything, especially things with wheels, though not at cars. Whether it was a bicycle, skateboard, stroller, or motorcycle, he would go wild with barking. He was also very hard to control when going for a walk. My husband was careful to keep away from other people and not let anyone pet him. One day, he was not well, and the vet told us he had a larger tumor in his abdomen. It was a sad day for all of us, especially our daughter, with whom we facetimed, so she could say goodbye to him. The photo is Sidney’s last visit at the vet.
Toby. He was a red-merle and very beautiful. Many people commented on him. He and I took walks every morning before I went to work. He liked to run alongside my husband’s bicycle. He also liked to sneak out, and we’d get a call from neighbors to fetch him. He, too, developed a tumor and died before we could get any help.
Samantha. She was a rescue dog. A co-worker gave her to me. She was very skittish around men, especially those with boots. She would attack at their feet. Someone must have kicked her. She was otherwise very gentle, especially around the small children. She was very attentive to them when they had food in their hands, and she took care of anything that they dropped. She lived a long life with us, about eight years, and we believe she was already about eight when we got her. One day, she quietly went out to our front yard, and we found she had died. The photo is of Samantha with my husband. She did not like her photo taken either.
Sebastian. He was our first dog. He came from the same family as Toby. He loved to go to the trolley museum with my husband and run around the property. He was a curious dog, and that sometimes got him into trouble. One day, at the museum, he somehow got on the adjoining highway and was hit by a car. He is buried on the museum property. The photo of him is with our sister-in-law.
We currently don’t have any pets, as we like to travel, and it is hard on us and the dog to put them into a kennel while we’re gone.
#52Ancestors: Week 38: Animals
This is my eighth year working on this year-long prompt, hosted by Amy Johnson Crow (https://www.amyjohnsoncrow.com/) at Generations Cafe. I write each week in one of my two blogs, either Mam-ma’s Southern Family or My Trails into the Past. I have enjoyed writing about my children’s ancestors in new and exciting ways.
All handsome guys. Love all their markings.
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