My Tail of Devotion for Hailey {1993-2003}

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My Crazy Days at the Dog Park!

Well it wasn't really a dog park we used to go to the tennis court down the street from our house, it was fenced in, and we had quite the group of puppies that would show up for our play date, it could get really crazy in there. I remember one time my friend Wilbur the Golden retriever, and I were running so fast around the court, that when we came back around to the humans we ran right into Wilbur's mommy, and knocked her off her feet. OOPS! She wasn't mad, but she did hurt her caboose when she fell.

The Wild Child!

Yup, that's me. When I was a puppy I used to run around the house, and literally bounce off the walls. If you were sitting on the couch with hot coffee you were a great target for me to cut around, and by that I mean run up one side of you, around the back, and down the otherside, object of this game was to see if I could do it without spilling your coffee, BOL!!!!! Anyhow, mommy saw me actually running so fast through the house one day, that I ran across a wall clock, and the picture window. { we had a sectional couch so this made it alot easier for me to do seeing as how I started on the couch, and ended up running on the clock, and window{ by the way the clock was huge the size of a painting, it doubled as a mirror} Then one day I realized the pleasure of just running from the kitchen, and using the corner wedge as a back board to bounce off of, WOOOOOOOOOOWHOOOOOOOOO that was fun, til I rammed the wedge into the wall making a hole, mommy was not amused. In a stern voice she said so what, now your a line backer! BOL!!! Til next time, Go Go Rocket racer!

My new home!

When I came to live with Mom, Dad, & the Boy I was 9 weeks old. For the first two weeks home, I had a stomach parasite, Mommy took me to the doctor at the first sign of illness, so I was on medication for it. Anyhow mommy would take me outside to go potty before bed then wake up a few hours later to let me out again, but without fail every night for 2 weeks straight, I awoke at 3:oo a.m. howling, and crying, mommy would come down to see what was wrong, and there it was again, explosive diarrehea!She would take me out of the crate which was covered in the mess as well as I was, upstairs we went into a nice soothing bath, she would was my hair, and my little feet, clean my ears, then a rinse & a towel dry then off to bed with daddy so mommy could clean, and disinfect my crate. Mommy felt so bad for me cuz she knew I couldn't hold it despite her best efforts of taking me out several times during the night. When I was all better I missed that special 3:00 a.m. bath with mom so much that when she would take her morning shower I would jump in with her every morning, and stay in til she turned the water off. I loved the shower, but as I got bigger mommy said I kept tripping her so she told me that I couldn't take showers with her anymore.