"We give them the love we can spare, the time we can spare. In return dogs have given us their absolute all. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made."
For those of you who follow Behind My Red Door, you know that Linda and her family have suffered a great loss. Their precious Brady has gone on to a better place where he will not suffer anymore. As you know, God has blessed us with two of the most precious angels to ever walk this Earth in fur. This post will be about how we found our babies, and is dedicated in memory of Linda's Grandpuppy, Brady.
Jeff had been begging me for a dog for years. He always said how great it would be to have one around. I was totally against it! I didn't want any part of a dog in my house. I thought it would ruin everything I had. I thought our house would smell like dog and never be the same. I stood by this decision for several years. Every once in a while, Jeff would bring the subject up and I would shoot it down. Then one day, I was driving to school thinking about our life. We had a wonderful life, but sometimes it felt a little lonely. We have faced many oppositions in our life together, and sometimes it felt like it was just us. I stopped at a stoplight and these words came into my head, "You can have your own baby". I knew instantly what that meant. It was time for us to adopt a dog.
That evening, when I got home, I told Jeff. As you can imagine, he jumped on it. He had always wanted a Miniature Schnauzer. Several member of his family had had them he he thought they were wonderful dogs. It didn't take long for him to find one for us to adopt. He called the lady and she said she had two left and they were both girls. The next day we went to see them. I still was not convinced. Jeff kept saying you can back out anytime you want. When we walked into the lady's house it smelled of dog. I thought, "Is this my future?" She went to get the puppies. When she opened the door these two precious little girls tore through the door. They were all over the place. I have to admit I was ready to run out, but I could see the joy on Jeff's face, so I didn't. They jumped and barked and got into the trashcan, and pulled all the garbage out. Again, I thought, "What am I doing here?". Jeff asked me which one I wanted and I said, "The skinny one". That is the one we chose. We named her Parker McKenzie. "Parker" is after Sarah Jessica Parker and "McKenzie" is the last name of the main family in the book and movie Peyton Place. Parker quickly became the joy of our lives. She was easy to train, loving, obedient, and was always happy to see us. I never regretted for a minute that she was in our lives.
THEN THEIR WERE TWO!
About six months after we got Parker, Jeff started in again. "Don't you think Parker needs a sibling?", he would say. I would tell him he was crazy, but he kept at it. My defenses were down because of my love for Parker. So I told him the new dog had to be a boy, he had to be a Miniature Schnauzer, and his first name had to be Peyton. I told him that I had a middle name picked out, and if he could tell me the name I had picked out, we could get another dog. He went out and mowed the grass. He came in the house a few hours later and said, "McEntire". I thought I would pass out right there. That was the name that I had picked out. Trust me, I had not said a word to him about it. So, he got a paper, looked for Miniature Schnauzers, and the next day we were on our way to look at one. The people only had one boy, and he was all white. When we walked in the house, there was this little white boy all by himself in a kiddie pool with chicken wire around it. He was the littlest guy I had seen and so cute. I fell in love again. This one was named Peyton McEntire. "Peyton" after the book and movie Peyton Place, "McEntire" after Reba McEntire. I really thought Peyton would be just like Parker. I was dead wrong. He hated us. Didn't want to have anything to do with us. He loved Parker and wanted to be with her all the time, but could have cared less if he ever saw us again. When we would touch him, he would growl. When we picked him up, he would growl. When we came home from school, he wasn't happy to see us. He would just lie there and look at us. I was devastated. He was suppose to love us. I told Jeff is he didn't improve, we would have to take him back. So we started telling him, "In this house we love each other". After a few months he turned around. Boy, did he turn around! He is more loving than Parker. He wants to be with us all the time. When we come home he is so excited to see us. He is literally beside himself. I never thought he would be this way. He is so precious. We always say, "There is something special about Peyton".
Getting these two babies was the best thing we ever did. I can not imagine life without them. I am so thankful everyday that they are with us. Parker was three on September 16th and Peyton will be three on May 14th. Guess what??? Someone is trying to talk me into getting a third one. Can you believe it??? I don't know if he will get the job done this time. What do you think???
Thank you so much for visiting me at Yesterday Once More. I appreciate it very much. I hope that you continue to come back.
~Dan~ (Parker and Peyton's proud daddy)
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