I read this book years ago. “My Life in Dog Years” by Gary Paulsen The book is well worth the read. I loved it. So much so it got me to considering using the concept for a blog entry. So here it is. My take on my life in my dog years.
This is Old Pete. He wasn’t actually my dog. He came with the house my family lived in when I was little. He may not have been “my dog” but in truth He was my Best Friend. We literally saw eye to eye.
We moved and Old Pete stayed with his house. After a time of being dogless my parents gifted my siblings and me with Casey. He was the perfect childhood companion for us.
Hopefully soon to be pictured will be. Doc, her pups, and then Ole…
Fast forward to my adulthood.
This is Tazzie. She was actually my 1st Dog. I did share her with my husband but she was my 1st dog. The one I picked. She did everything with us. We called her our socially accepted dog because she went everywhere with us. Except to our work place of course.
Above you see Tazzie with her sons Edger and A.J.
Tazzie Was diagnosed with diabetes around age 5. Insulin dependant. Talk about learning? We did learn and she thived.
At age 7 she became pregnant with 4 pups. The two pictured lived good lives here. Two pups, Runt and Sister, died 3 days after birth.
Tazzie lived the be nine and 1/2 years old.
Awhile after Tazzies passing we found a border collie pup that needed a home. Chetsiy. (Say Kate See.)
Another life with the next dogs began.
Chetsiy was a brilliant border collie. She was very trainable. After she was old enough I had her pulling a homebuilt kicksled. After awhile with just Tazzies boys and Chetsiy, I rescued a lab pup, who was also brilliant. After Bear was old enough I ran the two big dogs using the kick sled.
You can now attribute another Paulsen book for this next life. I read “WinterDance” and fell in love with dogsledding. Two more dogs were added to the team. Admittedly we had more in common with Yukon Corneiious than Paulsen but run we did.
Spencer! A character and a Challenge.
He was part of The Team after my Lead Dog Bear passed away. Spencer was strong but willfully ignorant. He turned out to be epileptic and needed strong drugs to control his seizures. After several years of that life I took him off his meds and left his life in Gods Hands. Spencer lived to be 17 years old. He claimed the title Best Old Dog Ever!”
Mr E and me.
More to come..,
