I have always had a dog, and I do love them. My Dalmatian lived for 16 years. My present dog is some kind of Corgi and land Pirahna mix. Noone would adopt him, and the place I got to does not put animals down, but I could not bear this dog living a life alone, so I adopted him. He shredding my hand the first day. I let go of his tongue an hour later and he has nipped me since then, but not shredded me. I am since them converted him in to a T.V. watching mellow dog. God forbid any dog that comes into my yard, he chases them right out. I have him on a 100' foot steel cable run, and the leash goes out 15' feet, so he has room to run, thin plastic coated cables, and the leash is on a pulley. He does tend to dawdle outside. I have no regrets adopting this down, he is around 15 years old, they did not know how old he was when we adopted him, but he is a little old dog now. I fear his time is coming, and I will grieve his loss. boy does he stink after bathing him, he smells better just leaving him to his own devices. He tries to bite the sh*t out of me when I attempt to grind his nails down, using clippers would be sure death for me. This little dog has been a handful, but he does love my motor home, I mean this dog loves traveling, and he is the right size for that,, and is a great alarm too.
I do think I like cats more though. I won't own any more animals after this. I have this dog and an older solid black cat, which is around 18 years old. I am getting older, and I feel changes coming that would make owning any animals difficult. I have owned so many, my favorite two cars, "Carlisle" and "Rambette" lived for 25 and 23 years respectively. Carlisle was Rambette's Mom. Their deaths tore a hole in my heart. I lost Abbey's son last Spring, he was 18 years old, the most precious animal you could imagine, a long haired solid black cat. His name was Dio. All my pets died of natural causes or of old age.
