August 30, 2014

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A Penny For Your Thoughts



I don’t know about everyone else, but my dogs have always been a part of our family. On Tuesday, we lost, our 18 year old pet who we lovingly referred to as a member of our family. It was in approximately 1994, that we got a little wiener dog from some local people. He was so small you could hold him in the palm of your hand, plus he was brown, so we named him Brownie.

Like all pets, Brownie became a part of our everyday life. When he was young, he could run super fast, shake the innards out of his stuffed toys and jump close to four feet in the air. In fact one time Brownie jumped up so high at a campaigning politician that he nabbed onto the candidate’s watch.

Brownie was always a big eater and could eat at any time of day or night. He used to be able to stand on his back legs with his little paws up, begging for hours. Naturally, we thought it was cute, so we usually shared our food with him.