Lacey-dog!
So this entry is dedicated to my great lil pupdog, Lacey.
Way back in 1995 when my family was moving to Cary, Illinois, I was the little kid who terrorized the neighborhood. Namely, I bothered our barber who lived a few blocks down the way. Why? Because she had this adorable little white-haired brat running around her house. This little brat was terrified of stairs, and had a little lion chew toy that was absolutely disgusting yet she would fight till the death to have it.
So I would run over and play with this cute little beast almost everyday, and the puppy LOVED it. Her name came from her color, because she was white...or antique white. Down her back was this yellowish stripe, a major factor in determining the rest of her life. She's a purebreed West Highland White Terrier, but because of her runtness and this stripe, she was kicked into the pound. A family picked her up, decided she was too wirey, and put her BACK into the pound. The next time, Kay, the owner at the time I found her, was about to put her, once more, back into the pound.
Only, she thought of one option. Let the little girl take her home?
I brought Lacey home one day to show my parents. They loved her, but said we just can't have a dog. I bring her back to Kay downhearted, and as I walked back home with my head down, I run right into my dad.
"What are you doing here??" I ask.
"I'm here to get a dog!" my dad replied. I jumped six feet (yes) in the air and ran back to get her.
So now, what, six or seven years later? Here we are. We still love her very much and have never thought about returning her to the pound. The thought of her being put back in that place twice sickens me. Sadly she now has lyme disease and she's fighting damned hard against it too...but it's not looking good and 'old age' has really hit her hard.
But I get to see her this weekend and I cannot wait!!! She warms my heart and makes me so happy.
Honestly though, I think her name Lacey came from her love of chewing peoples' shoe laces when she was a pup. Wow those jaws just would NOT let go! Can you imagine that whenever we had a visitor, she would just jump at their feet and lock on to their laces? The poor person would be wiggling around like nuts while she growls and chews away...
She doesn't do that anymore. But there are plenty of other stories. Like how the front door must absolutely be closed at all times? Yea she once locked me out of the house doing that. I STILL don't know how she locked it after it closed...
Way back in 1995 when my family was moving to Cary, Illinois, I was the little kid who terrorized the neighborhood. Namely, I bothered our barber who lived a few blocks down the way. Why? Because she had this adorable little white-haired brat running around her house. This little brat was terrified of stairs, and had a little lion chew toy that was absolutely disgusting yet she would fight till the death to have it.
So I would run over and play with this cute little beast almost everyday, and the puppy LOVED it. Her name came from her color, because she was white...or antique white. Down her back was this yellowish stripe, a major factor in determining the rest of her life. She's a purebreed West Highland White Terrier, but because of her runtness and this stripe, she was kicked into the pound. A family picked her up, decided she was too wirey, and put her BACK into the pound. The next time, Kay, the owner at the time I found her, was about to put her, once more, back into the pound.
Only, she thought of one option. Let the little girl take her home?
I brought Lacey home one day to show my parents. They loved her, but said we just can't have a dog. I bring her back to Kay downhearted, and as I walked back home with my head down, I run right into my dad.
"What are you doing here??" I ask.
"I'm here to get a dog!" my dad replied. I jumped six feet (yes) in the air and ran back to get her.
So now, what, six or seven years later? Here we are. We still love her very much and have never thought about returning her to the pound. The thought of her being put back in that place twice sickens me. Sadly she now has lyme disease and she's fighting damned hard against it too...but it's not looking good and 'old age' has really hit her hard.
But I get to see her this weekend and I cannot wait!!! She warms my heart and makes me so happy.
Honestly though, I think her name Lacey came from her love of chewing peoples' shoe laces when she was a pup. Wow those jaws just would NOT let go! Can you imagine that whenever we had a visitor, she would just jump at their feet and lock on to their laces? The poor person would be wiggling around like nuts while she growls and chews away...
She doesn't do that anymore. But there are plenty of other stories. Like how the front door must absolutely be closed at all times? Yea she once locked me out of the house doing that. I STILL don't know how she locked it after it closed...