This is a story of a boy and his dog.

As I told you yesterday on National Siblings day that I grew up with four sisters.   I was the youngest and I knew I should not say four OLDER sisters or I would be in trouble.

But today is National Pet day so I am taking the opportunity to write about my pet dog.  My dog was an adorable terrier mix that I spent hours and hours of my life with.  My dog was always happy to see me and always looking at me with those doggy eyes begging for people food.

My do was family. My dog was named PRECIOUS, yes precious.  What kind of name is that for a dog?   I was in my teens and had to tell my friends my dogs name was precious.   Let the laugher begin.

How did Precious come into my life.  My sisters of course!  When I was about 10 on a Saturday morning, my sisters brought home a puppy and the story goes that as they were bringing her home one of the sisters said “Oh she is so precious” I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!

As the years went on my sisters left home to get on the business of life but I was still at home in school with a dog named Precious.

But that is OK with me, because I loved that dog.  She would jump on the couch with me, jump into the bed with me and try to get into certain rooms where nature was calling and I didn’t want precious around.

When I turned 18 I left home for college and my mom said Precious was never the same.   When I came home for Christmas Precious followed me everywhere, well almost everywhere.  Certain rooms where still off limits

But Christmas break was only a couple of weeks and I had to go back to school.

While at school that spring semester I got the call that the vet had put Precious to sleep.  My dog, My Friend was gone.

Pets become family to us and when they are gone we miss them and we grieve for them.

So today I dedicate my blog to the dog that I did not name but loved just the same PRECIOUS

 

Today we had Amazing Pet facts

Stupid news: An Army of turtles and why someone is leaving mashed potatoes everywhere.

Laff Lines   Dog’s vs Cat’s