For as long as I can remember, I have had a dog. Frisky, Chippy, then Suki while I still lived at home with mom and dad. Over the following years came Doc, Brandy and Angus.
My husband had always wanted a Rhodesian Ridgeback so we got Razor now that we had room for a big dog. Oh my. The breed standard for a male is 85 pounds -- Razor is now a formidable 160 pounds and stands 32” at the shoulder. Otherwise, Razor is the typical Ridgeback – does as he pleases, comes when he wants to, sometimes doesn’t want to be petted and is a champion counter-surfer! Nothing on the kitchen counter is safe. He is particularly fond of butter, has eaten a nearly full bag of cookies that I forgot to put away, and has nabbed a few slices of pizza after dragging the box to the floor when we weren’t looking.
To keep Razor company, we rescued Sadie, a Chocolate Lab, from the local shelter. She is an absolute dream, the complete opposite of Razor. Sadie is lovable to a fault, comes when called and follows you everywhere, a true companion.
Then came little Lizzie. She had been lost and living in the woods so we just had to take her in. She’s part Beagle and part “terror.” Lizzie chases birds, squirrels and butterflies and is constantly finding sticks to drag to the front porch, even if the “stick” is six feet long!
So now we live with these three dogs and their completely different personalities. We’ve lost a sofa, various shoes, pillows and sundry other small items, not to mention the cookies & pizza! But would we trade any of them?? No. They have wormed their way into our hearts, make us laugh with their antics, and bring us so much joy. There’s nothing like coming home after a long stressful day and being greeted by this canine menagerie, all ecstatic to see you. Dog hugs and kisses ensue, and all is right with the world again.
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