Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Animals, Childrearing, Children, Dogs, Family, Family Pet, Life Lessons, Memories | Posted on 17-04-2012
If a picture is worth a thousand words. This one is worth a thousand fence repairs, a thousand apologies to the neighbors for chasing their cats, a thousand holes dug in my garden, a thousand jump-ups to lick my face.
These two Black and Tan Coonhounds–Sweetpea and Elwood–are probably the cutest and naughtiest dogs I have ever encountered. Their eyes scream mischief. The mud on their noses screams trouble.
This story is filled with good intentions. You know the book Where the Red Fern Grows? Well, it’s one of the most tear-filled books I have ever read aloud to my children (that and Charlotte’s Web). In the story, the boy’s prized possessions are his two hounds. After reading the book, I thought my son needed two hounds of his own. For him to raise and nurture–and become part of his boyhood. My mad hunt for Coonhounds began.
Well, whaddya know?! A few lucky Internet searches turned up a rescue shelter with a litter of puppies that needed to be placed. It was love at first sight. We needed not just one, but two. Double love. My son proudly held both puppies all the way home on his lap.
These puppies grew and their legs soon doubled, then tripled in length.
Perfect for jumping 6-foot fences 10-foot fences. Perfect for running loose through our woodsy neighborhood to roll in deer poop and scout out skunk, raccoons, and porcupine. Once, after adventuring, they returned home with faces full of porcupine quills.
It was never a dull moment with this dynamic duo. But it wasn’t quite the boy-and-hound experience like in the book, as I had envisioned.
Nevertheless, these dogs left a footprint of memories–multiplied by eight–in our family’s memory bank.