Growing up I have always has a dog. I can’t imagine life without a dog. If I’m not mistaken my family growing up has had 10-12 dogs. A lot of them passed away due to their love of chasing cars. When I was a teenager I brought home 2 puppies. Whizzy and Tootsie. They were a terrier mix of some sort. Sisters always fighting for dominance for who would get to sit in the front of the kennel. So funny.
When I was a freshman in High school my house burned. I lost Whizzy in the fire. She just couldn’t find her way out, the smoke was too thick. They found her hiding in my dads closet curled up in his big bear foot slipper. It brings a lump to my throat and tears to my eyes just remembering that day.
Tootsie survived and became a security to me. She lived a couple more years but developed gallstones and we had to put her down. Once again I was devastated. She was just in so much pain. That’s when my brother gave me Whizzy II during that Christmas. She was also a black terrier mix. She developed a disease called puppy strangles. We thought we were going to lose her too..but my mom was bound and determined to save her life. She had to do so much for her but she pulled through. She grew up along side of me. We were best friends.
She became a traveling dog. She moved several times with me. When I met my husband-to-be he lived in California. He moved to Oregon and I packed up my Whizzy and moved too. She flew in several planes and when we moved to Iowa she drove across country with us. We also acquired a cat named Vickie. She was a beautiful Calico cat. She lived to be 9 years old. She got pretty ornery in her older years.
As Whizzy aged I prayed she would live long enough to meet our children. But unfortunately she never got to meet my them, she died May 5, 2005 of heart failure. She was almost 16 years old. She had one amazing life. She now sits in a beautiful wooden box on my book shelf where I can see her everyday.
I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest when she passed. My husband was out of town when this happened. So It was just me left alone in my house to mourn her for a couple days. When my husband got home he saw how heartbroken I was…so we went to find another fur baby to help distract me from my hurt. I cry once again just writing this post. So on May 8th 2005 we found a little dachshund. She was one of the cutest puppies I had ever seen. She loved me right away. We had been to a couple of shelters around here to rescue a dog but they just didn’t have anything small enough for us, so we went to the dreaded pet store. We found out that Nola (our Dachshund) was on clearance because she was already 4 months old. So we snagged her up.
Nola just turned 14 years old January 18th 2019. She is my shadow. She loves to snuggle and she loves all the kids. She has never met a person she didn’t love. She will lick you to death before she would even think of biting. LOL
Last Spring, April 8th 2018, I became a momma to 5 chicks. LOL Yes, we wanted to start a little homestead of our own. Those Chicks are now 9 months old and they are so much fun. My husband built them a coop like fort Knox. Its the safest chicken coop I have ever seen. He is even in the process of building them a solar powered system to keep their water warm and for a light to extend their egg laying. He secretly loves my chickens as well. ;). These chickens love to follow us around and make messes everywhere they go. They have surprisingly been a huge stress relief for me. I never liked birds growing up…due to the many times I got pecked by a friends pet bird. But the chicks were so sweet and handling them from birth they have become tame and don’t mind being held. Yes, I go and pick them up every day. I have even had to bathe 2 of my chickens for being pooped on. Yuck! They loved it! They just stood there and let me blow their feathers dry with a blow drier. It was quite entertaining.
This spring we will add to our flock. I am a custom cake baker so I need my eggs…so 5 more chickens will keep me in a good supply of eggs. But out next journey will be getting goats. I might as well just live in my Muck boots. 🙂
I am the happiest I have ever been. I have a beautiful, healthy family and live on our little piece of heaven surrounded by animals (lots of deer and wild turkey too). Im excited to see what the future holds for this little homestead.