Dog Blog

My husband has a daily complaint. It's one I'm very good at ignoring by now, but everyday he complains about the dogs. Granted, he didn't WANT the dogs. He's made that very clear, and if you ask he'll make it very clear to you as well.

I love the stinky messy mutts.

We have two dogs right now. I want more, but we're waiting until we get moved to the Ranch. I'm not so cruel as to live in the city and get a big dog...(sigh, I miss big dogs)...so we have a small dog and a medium sized dog.

Charlie is the Chihuahua mix (Pure bred...what's that? This is America, we're all mutts here.) I read somewhere that the Chihuahua was the original hot water bottle, and I kind of have to agree. He's a nice soft water bottle that's always hot. He's not the best behaved dog, which is completely my fault, as I often find the garbage cans overturned, food missing from plates, and if you have a toddler with a piece of food you'll have to guard that child's meal from the Sneaky Chihuahua. I kind of liken him to Snoopy trying to steal Linus's blanket. That's exactly what Charlie does.

Shay is our Bagel - Beagle/Basset Hound mix. I love the sound of a hound. Charlie has that annoying little dog bark that makes you want to boot him like a football across the room. Shay, on the other hand, has that beautiful bay. The sound that rouses your blood, makes you want to grab your gun and say, "Come on Shay, let's go get those bunnies!" She's the most loving and patient dog as well. I can leave her with little kids and know that they will be perfectly safe. She tolerates everything, ears pulled, eyes poked, tail stepped on, mauling...just a good dog.

As for my hubby...I didn't hear him complain too much this weekend when he was sick and he had his portable fuzzy "hot water bottle" Charlie and his faithful Shay who snuggled him because he was sick and gets no sympathy from his wife and Shay would give him loves.