Funny Pet Storys

Our newly adopted dog, Monty, has become a great addition to our family. Yet, as much as I’m happy we added Monty, as I look back on how it happened, I can’t help but remember that this dog had almost no chance of having us adopt him. Things were going against him even before we laid eyes on him on that first dark evening.My wife and I had two well-loved, happy dogs already. Our German shorthaired pointer, Rommel, and his sidekick, Buttons the beagle, were perfect companions. They traveled well in our van as we made bi-monthly trips between our primary home in the West Virginia mountains and our vacation home at the Delaware seashore. We spent many hours walking the two of them on paths in both states. My wife, Candy, often said she wanted a third dog, but I thought it was convenient to just have two dogs. Two people, two dogs. A happy equation. “We don’t need another dog,” I kept saying. Three would complicate and unbalance things and I was comfortable and satisfied with things as they were.

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I’m a volunteer at the local humane society. One day I went in for my shift and met up with a dog I’ll call Brandy, an older chocolate lab with a thyroid problem.She was obviously depressed. Lying in her kennel with her head between her paws, nothing seemed to interest her. I went in to pet her; she lay quietly and was friendly, but it just didn’t seem to cheer her up.

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Villa, a black Newfoundland, was from Villas, New Jersey. Villa was a half grown puppy when during a severe blizzard, she started to bark from her dogrun. After several minutes she leapt over the five foot fence and ran across to the neighbors yard. The snow was so thick, that visibility was zero, and the winds were howling at 60 miles per hour.

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We had our lovely little girl, Foxie, for 14 years. She came to live with us strictly by accident. I came home from doing some chores one afternoon to discover a cardboard box. It was closed up, with the endflaps wedged shut. My old dog, Regal, was barking at it and I went to see what it was. Well, inside was a wet, woebegone, bedraggles little black and brown puppy. That puppy soon became our Foxie lady. Every day of her life, after she was ours, was filled with love for her. She was in our hearts to stay forever.However, there came the time when we finally had to say our sad goodbyes to her happy (but graying) face. Her health had deteriorated and the vet sadly said it was time. And so we said goodbye.

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