Duncandog's Day

Deciding to get a dog is a 

major decision...

not something to be taken lightly 

especially in a family where you already have 

3 frisky kids that need to be

fed, exercised, and trained.

Kids being Kids…

our 3 kids

oh-so desperately wanted a dog…

they'd promise or say anything to get one,

So, of course, they made the proverbial kid promise:

"We promise (scout's honor) 

to walk, feed and help with the dog.  

Cross my heart...stick a needle in my eye." 

But as we all know…

those heartfelt promises never come true.

nope. 

Not in a dog's age do they ever happen.

Luckily the 3 plush Gund dogs 

and cute matching collars and leashes 

we gave them for Christmas did the trick for a while.

But,

I have to admit 

I kinda felt sad watching them drag their dogs around the house.

So we caved...

PaulA and I both had dogs growing up.  

I had a weinerdog, Brudus VonSomething

(with a name as long as he was) 

and PaulA had Duchess, the mutt.

It was now pay back time…

our turn to take care of the dog.

Anywhooo…..

 Duncandog was born this day 16 years ago.

Unfortunately, he's in doggie heaven 

so we haven't been able to celebrate with him 

for the past couple of birthdays.

But we remember his past celebrations. 

I'm sure his pals in doggie heaven are throwing him a big 

barking paw-ty tonight.

They probably invited all the bitches over for some 

chewing, digging, and private part sniffing.  

Just as it should be.  

Every dog has it's day.  

And today is Duncandog's.  

Happy day, Duncandog.

aka 

Dunks, Duncabunk, side of roast beef, Sir Pees Alot