Encouraging Words for People Who Love Their Dogs by Jaye Lewis
Hello friends,
If you go to the bottom of this page, you will see a sweet poster that celebrates my Happy Dog, the dog of my life. He is a very old dachshund. Today I would like to share with you a story of how Happy Dog became, and so remains the dog of my life. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy telling it.
Just Hang On! By Jaye Lewis
He dogs my every footstep. With each step I take, he’s right there with
me, guarding me and ready to die to defend me.
I have seen him take on the most aggressive vacuum cleaner
salesmen. God help the one who sticks
his foot in the door without invitation, because my little powerhouse of
faithfulness and aggression will give that foot a fight for it’s life, shoes,
socks, and laces!
Make no mistake, a dachshund may
be small, but they are quick, and relentless in an attack. They aren’t called “badger dogs” without
cause. In their natural habitat, a
dachshund has been known to track a badger - one of the fiercest animals known
- hurrying down into it’s tunnel, and locking onto it’s snout, never letting
go, not even in death.
When I leave the house without
him, whether it’s just a walk around the yard or a day trip to the next town,
Happy will keep watch at the top of the stairs.
With every sound, he will launch himself onto the back of the couch, to get
a good look out of the window, to see if I’m almost home. I can hear him announcing my arrival before I
even get out of the car.
“She’s home!!” he cries. “She’s home!
She’s home! All is well!” As I open the door, he immediately gives me a
tongue lashing, yelping with joy! I try
to always have a “present” for him, and I delight at his enthusiasm, as he
roots through the bag until he finds it.
Happy has a perfect bandit face,
a black mask surrounded by rich, golden
tan. His ice-cube nose is ever questing
for a treat or just a warm place to cuddle.
He has shoe-button eyes that never miss an opportunity. And when he locks those intelligent eyes onto
mine, I lose all power to resist.
Happy, like all dachshunds,
loves to tease and play. Every clever
thing he does is simple evidence that even a woman my age can be taught “new
tricks.” He brings me the ball. I throw it.
He steals my slippers. I chase
him. The worst thing you can do, in the
face of improper behavior, is laugh! I,
joyfully, failed that test long ago. I
am Happy’s willing slave. No matter how
dark my mood, Happy can always make me laugh.
Many years later: As you can see by my picture above, Happy Dog has grown older, but his heart is still the same. At the time of this story, Happy Dog was majestic in his beauty a lot like this:
I do hope you enjoy this story of my Happy Dog. Please click the "Like" button above and let this dachshund lover, especially the lover of a special dachshund, that you also see how special he is.
With love,
Jaye Lewis
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