I love dogs. They smell, they slobber, and their hair always ends up in your food, but dogs are wonderful. Pet dogs genuinely love you, that horrible reeking smell is probably your dog's breath as he or she scrambles into your lap slobbering with joy. My family has owned three dogs during my lifetime. The first, a black lab named Jack, was such a perfect dog that I can't do him justice. He used to steal the socks off my baby feet when he was a puppy, and my mom would chase him screaming around the yard. When he got older he was a sweet, loyal, good dog, and I have never met any dog like him since. My mother, brother, and me used to tease him by pretending to get into huge fights, play slapping at each other and shrieking in distress. Jack would look nervously between us as if he didn't know what to do, and then he would place his body directly between the two arguing family members, always stopping us short. When he was very old I would occasionally use him for a bookmark, which he was quite good natured about, and when we got a new puppy he let her chew on him, and only occasionally fetched the balls she was supposed to be fetching.
Nixie and Zooey
Our other two dogs are both girls; one is the puppy we got while Jack was still alive. Her name is Nixie, and she's starting to go a bit gray around the muzzle herself. Zooey is our newest dog, a diabolical mix between a Boston Terrier, and a Lhaso Apso. She is adorable, but I don't think these two breeds should be bred together with any frequency. Nixie steals from the table, in full view of us, sometimes while I am distracted she will ease a bit of food off my plate. Zooey loves to play, most often at six in the morning, and if you don't play her bites increase in force. Nixie has allergies, so she is itchy all the time, covered in scabs, and nothing we try really cures it. On a bad day she climbs all over me, eyes wide and foul breath scorching my face. No matter how much I scratch her it is never enough and she resorts to scratching herself on a chair, whining like a banshee. When Zooey and Nixie play, it resembles a full scale fight that Guillermo Del Toro would film, and, as Nixie feels the need to bark the entire time that they play, everyone's ears are set ringing. It isn't all noise and biting though, Zooey likes to snuggle, and she adores my father, everytime we watch something she can be found curled in a little ball on his stomach. Nixie loves my mom, she's her favorite person. When my mom recently got home from a two week stay in the hospital she was jumping and barking and slobbering and climbing, you know, all the things good dogs do.
Nixie and Zooey
Our other two dogs are both girls; one is the puppy we got while Jack was still alive. Her name is Nixie, and she's starting to go a bit gray around the muzzle herself. Zooey is our newest dog, a diabolical mix between a Boston Terrier, and a Lhaso Apso. She is adorable, but I don't think these two breeds should be bred together with any frequency. Nixie steals from the table, in full view of us, sometimes while I am distracted she will ease a bit of food off my plate. Zooey loves to play, most often at six in the morning, and if you don't play her bites increase in force. Nixie has allergies, so she is itchy all the time, covered in scabs, and nothing we try really cures it. On a bad day she climbs all over me, eyes wide and foul breath scorching my face. No matter how much I scratch her it is never enough and she resorts to scratching herself on a chair, whining like a banshee. When Zooey and Nixie play, it resembles a full scale fight that Guillermo Del Toro would film, and, as Nixie feels the need to bark the entire time that they play, everyone's ears are set ringing. It isn't all noise and biting though, Zooey likes to snuggle, and she adores my father, everytime we watch something she can be found curled in a little ball on his stomach. Nixie loves my mom, she's her favorite person. When my mom recently got home from a two week stay in the hospital she was jumping and barking and slobbering and climbing, you know, all the things good dogs do.
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