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Dog Blog: A perfect life for Sophie Louise

September 30, 2010|By Pegi Lopez

Gary and Gail Westmyer had lost their two 18-year-old much-loved cats two years prior to acquiring a new kitten from a rescue group. This cat ended up being the cat from hell — they finally gave him to an aunt who adored him and spoiled him rotten. Gail and Gary said, good riddance.

Their conversations of pet ownership turned to owning a dog. Many of their friends had dogs, and all of those friends stated that dogs where truly the best type of pet. The dog, they decided, had to be a little one and easy to manage. Of course we all know small dog and easy to manage is an oxymoron.

One day Gail's daughter-in-law, Janet, was coming home from Mile Square Park when she had to slam on her brakes to avoid hitting a small creature running across the road. Once she figured out it was a dog, she stopped to make sure it was okay. After 1 1/2 hours of trying to catch it, the little dog just wore out. Janet put it in the car and called Gail and asked if they still wanted a small dog.

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Gail's response to Janet's call was, "Sure, let's take a look at it." Janet came over with a 6-pound scroungie lump; skinny, shaking, dirt-brown all over — and it was literally dirt — with crusted eyes and a tail that was tucked between its legs looking more like a sewer rat than a dog.

Gary was less than enthused and said that "it" needed a bath before consideration of habitation could even be discussed. Gail very defiantly said "I'll just go up to Petco and get some flea shampoo." Dreading keeping an eye on it for any length of time, Gary replied, "OK, just hurry back and be sure you get just shampoo — we have yet to decide that we are going to keep it!"

Off to Petco Gail went for the shampoo. $80-plus later, she came home with: dog bed, collar, leash, toys, T-shirt, food, food dish, water dish, placemat for said dishes, treats, brush, and all of the other not-so-needed dog accessories on the shelf.

Gary saw the bags come into the house and made the comment (accompanied with a heavy sigh), "Well, I guess we're keeping her." Yeah! The "it" was now referred to as a "her" with only one trip to Petco. Just think of the changes that could be made if Gail made a trip to K-mart.

After the bath(s), brushing and much-needed food and water their "her" was exhausted and slept in the little doggie bed next to their bed. That was the only time she ever used the doggie bed.

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