A good question was brought up, and people always ask us this question, do I want a dog or a cat? I love dogs and cats, but personally, I don’t want any in my condition. If they stay in the house, I need to wash them. I have to feed them and take them to the vet. Can I do any of that? No and it is not right for somebody else to take care of it and bond with it.
When we stayed with our neighbors for seven weeks after Hugo, she had a Chihuahua, Chico. We loved and spoiled Chico. He hated bear feet. He started barking who had bear feet, but I could crawl without socks. I loved rubbing him and played with him. He had a toy dog, and he would bring it to me so I could take it away. He never tried to bite me. He knew me. At four in the morning, Dad would take him outside when he left. At night, we gave him peppermint candy. Every time Chico heard the breaking of candy, he flew and started turning around in circles until we gave him candy. Dad taught him that trick, or I may do. At the table, he knew I would drop my food, and if I didn’t, he knew turned around would made me drop food. He knew how I was with him.
A dog just show up at my Granddaddy's days or weeks after MaMa died, and he lived with Granddaddy. Fred was friendly. I guess it was after Granddaddy died, my cousin took him in, we came home. Fred came in as we were eating. I dropped a nugget for him. After I finished, I was going to pick the nugget up, and he snipped at me. I didn’t think anything of it because that was his nugget. Later on, he got old with arthritis and bad eyesight, and unfortunately, he bit her, and he had to be put down.
Yes, a serve dog will help, but I prefer not to have a dog.
No comments:
Post a Comment