Love the black and white pics, tomkatz.
My first dog was a wirehaired fox terrier named Mazie. My parents
bought her when I was 5, because a Cat snatched my Easter
Rabbit from me, while I was playing with him. I didn't see the
eventual carnage, but even my 5 year old brain comprehended
Blackie's ultimate fate. I was so upset about it, to appease me,
my parent's decided to get a lil' more sturdy of a companion,
hence the terrier.
She eventually got ran over by a car though. My friend accidently
let her out of the gate. I saw it happen, but wasn't fast enough
to catch up with her. She'd gotten out before and always came
home, but wasn't to be this time. We had 2 other dogs while
I was growing up that didn't fare much better. Family
decisions that I had no say so in, so I'll spare ya'll the details.
I've a different viewpoint of dogs than my family, so the dogs I
got once I was out on my own are still with me. Murph was my
first. I got him 2 wks after moving into my own house. He's
12 and a half now. I got Maddie 6 mos later, so she's 12 now.
And finally Oz, I got 6 mos ago.
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