Critters For Boomers

So here I sit at the holiday season with the urge to write about critters.  Yep,  that’s what I said, ‘Critters.”  This precious family that I have met recently on Face book has inspired me to write about critters with a big smile on my face.

I loved critters as a child.  One time sitting in a little country church listening to the preacher preach on fire and brimstone as I fanned myself with one of those little paper fans I gazed out the window.  Now you know I was just a youngster.  I was looking at cows in the field.  One cow got on the other one.  Now I wasn’t to smart on what they were really doing so I was very amazed.  Now should I have written that or not?  Oh well, it is part of my critter stories.

Then at around 8 years old my hero older brother brought me the cutest little puppy from Florida.  I loved that dog so much.  Now mind you, I was from the country.  Mom said no way will this dog be in the house but my Daddy took a liking to Buster and in the house he got to stay.  Then came the day I was to marry.  Daddy said OK but Buster stays here.  Now mind you, I was only 17 and it didn’t matter because I was marrying my childhood sweetheart and moving to the big city.

Now I am here to tell you, I put some hubby’s through some critter situations.  My first little dog was Tiny Dog.  A big portrait hung in the living room of him.  Oh my, that is critter love.  Then there was George Henry, the standard poodle that thought he was a hound dog.  Then dogs and hubby were gone.

The next hubby liked German Shepard’s but I did not much care for not being able to get in my back yard.  The dog did not like me.  Then came the Alaskan malamute.  He dug a hole in the back yard big enough to bury a house.  Oh, I almost forgot the toy poodle that hubby #2 didn’t like but we hung strong.

Now freedom at last.  No hubby’s but the dogs went on. There was Shotzie the schnauzer who was smart as a tack.  Then the homeless fellow that had a cherry eye that my daughter and I got fixed.  Later hubby #2 moved out of state and left us with Kissy.  Now that story is too long to write.

Then there was a brief encounter with hubby #3.  I picked up 2 more dogs on our honeymoon.  TC and Spanky were their names.  A lady was going to put them down and I just couldn’t let that happen.

Freedom again and no hubby just me, TC and Spanky.  Well the good Lord wanted them so along came Arther the shiatsu another dog that needed love but Arthur needed a play mate so to the shelter I went.  There I picked up Babybean.  Now if that was not enough, I wanted a large dog so back to the shelter where I got Brody, such a sweet soul he was.

Then life took me to another state where my dogs and I found a new home.  Fortunately my friend was a dog lover also.  So now here we are with Reggie the poodle and  Megan. I started a Dog sitting business called, “Grannie Annies’s Doggie Motel.”  It was then the little shih tzu Precious was added to the family.  Now how could I have possibly passed that sweet little thing up in the window.  Now you might say that I was and still am a little dog crazy and you are probably right!

So now that I am back in St. Louis there is just me and my little dog Sweetie a Wes tie.  I just happened to stop at the pound and she was due to be put down.  No way, I say!  So there you have it folks, my boomer years with my dogs and I left out a few.   So today I just enjoyed a new Face book friend tagging me with their new little puppy delight.  Oh what joy at the holiday season!  You might say though, I might be a little wiser though because I am NOT heading to the pound to get another.  Instead, I am going to continue enjoying my little Sweetie and meet the wonderful family from Face book and play with their dogs.  You might say, Every great man needs a dog, but in my case it was this boomer just has to have the love of a fluffy little four legged friend!

Originally posted 2010-12-21 02:12:05.

We Love Our Four Legged Friends

Working boomers reminds us how we love our dogs, from Lassie to Rin Tin Tin and Ole Yellow. But Working Boomer tells a scary story about encountering a security dog at work.

Since I don’t have a two legged Lover for Valentines Day, I thought I might just write a little about my four legged dog friends.  Now I am not Paris Hilton with her chihuahua, Tinkerbell, with all the fancy clothes and stuff.  Neither am I the Dog Whisperer, Casar Millan, that can train a dog with a gentle word.   Therefore I would like to share a little short story about one dog that I met and mention a few that you might remember.

Do you remember Lassie?  What a beautiful dog.  I just loved to watch the Lassie episodes.  Then there was Rin Tin Tin.  He was a brave soul.  Do you remember Ole Yellow?  I think I cried for a week after that sad movie.  Then there were the Dalmatians.  What a bunch they were.  Yes, it is just amazing how many popular dog stories that there are that have been dear to some of our hearts.  In today’s society dogs are used as therapy for the elderly.  Dogs  work in police departments and are used to help solve crimes.  Dog stories always seem to make the news.  Now I don’t think any of my dog stories have made the newspapers or magazines.  Therefore I would like to share one of my dog stories.         .

The Security Guard Meets Up With The Guard Dog

As a security officer one has to always be prepared for the unexpected but some times the unexpected may catch an officer off guard as it did me one night.  I entered a building from the front entrance to do a few checks and wanted to vary my routine.  It was around 1a.m. in the morning.  After completing my checks I decided to go out the back door to do an exterior check.  As I rounded the corner the unexpected happened.  There stood a huge dog barking loudly at me with big teeth showing.  Each step that I took brought the dog closer to me.  The dog was doing a great job of guarding the building even though it was suppose to be my job. Now I was in a fix.  The dog had me cornered.  Slowly I edged my way along the building wall as I tried to stay calm.  Sweat was rolling down my neck.   My heart was pumping fast. It seemed like hours but was only a few seconds and I felt a door handle.  I slipped my master key in the lock.  The door opened!  Swiftly I jumped inside. With the door slightly cracked I peeped out.  Mr. Big Dog looked so proud.  He stood at attention. He had caught what he thought was an intruder. I was trapped like a rat but the building was safe.  Needless to say, I was in a storage closet.  Much to my embarrassment, I had to call another officer and the police so that I could get out.  The moral of this story is:  If you work security then be careful.  There is always a four legged Dog critter just waiting to take your job and get on the payroll.  I really could have used the Dog Whisperer that night!

Now this encounter did not take away my love for my dog friends.  This boomer loves dog gone dogs and my stories are many.  My Valentine Sweetheart is my little West Highland terrier named Sweetie.  She is my love!  We want to share our love with you and wish you a wonderful Valentine Day!

Originally posted 2011-02-13 19:48:17.