As I was working today in one of my online stores at Zazzle, I came across an old card I had created a while ago and it made me feel a bit sad, but also contained a good message.
It contains a photo I had taken of my little, old dog, which was taken back when I lived in my own home and could go out and “play” in my own yard. I had been playing fetch with him, which was his favorite thing to do, and snapped a picture of his crazy looking face.
It still makes me smile to think about him shaking the stick, like he was some sort of tough guy, and I’m reminded of how horrible his breath was! It was REALLY bad….even after getting his teeth cleaned.
I remember how much I loved to get some exercise by throwing a ball or frisbee or stick for him to chase. I called him a little bullet, because he’d take off and run so fast after whatever I’d throw. He’s bring it back but never all the way to me. He’d drop it, when I’d say “out”, just out of my reach. For some reason he liked to make me take a step or two and then pick it up to throw again.
He was a goofy looking dog that came from the pound. My daughter chose him because he was so small and cute. But he was so noisy! He never stopped howling the whole time we were at the shelter, and I tried to change her mind, but she wanted him.
The shelter had named him “Wimpy Willy” and we believe that the entire place must have jumped up and down for joy when he was adopted!
My daughter named him “Rolly” after one of the puppies in the “101 Dalmations” movie, and he lived with us for 16 years.
I miss him, but I’m so glad I always made time to play with my friend.