Dog Tails

After racking my brain for something to write today I was finally struck with inspiration. When I browse Facebook, and other subsequent websites, I always seem to get caught up on any kind of animal stories. Since I took a personality test and found out that my personality is that of a dog, I felt like I should share the story of my first dog. I would love to say that Lady. our mixed breed chow, was my favorite dog, but I feel like that isn't fair, I think every one's favorite dog is the current one that they have or the last one that they had. Lady came with our house we moved to the country. We not only got a house, but we got a dog and a cat as well. Me, being the bright eyed 4 year old that I was, I was thrilled. Lady was very protective. She had her favorite people, but she also had people that she wouldn't even let up on our porch. When I think of that over sized fluff ball, two stories come to mind. The first one is where I truly believe that she saved my life. I don't remember much about what happened, I just remember walking down to our pond, alone, at around 4-5 years of age. To this day the only thing I remember after that is being carried on her back, she was taking me back up to the house. I was all bloody from falling or something along those lines. I owed her my life and all the love that I could give. Which trust me, love her I did. That wasn't the last time that she saved me from danger. I remember we had weeds in our garden they were so tall they were over my head, at 5-6 years of age that probably wasn't really that tall. My grandpa had went into them for some reason or other, and we, my sister, my grandmother, and myself, were going to go in as well, but she stopped us. That's the only time Lady ever growled at me. I remember thinking something must be wrong. She disappeared into the weeds, I heard a scream, a bark, some growling, and then she emerged carrying a good sized snake in her mouth. I remember her getting old, and then one day no longer being there. My grandpa had to put her down. At that age I didn't really understand, but I still miss her to this day. As much as I love my baby Millie, and every dog I have had since, no other dog will quite hold the place in my heart that she does.