This Goes Out To The Animal In Your Life

There are two kinds of people in the world. There are those who prefer to keep all pets and animals at an arms distance (at least). Then, there are those who love animals and will always have a pet of some kind in their home.

The Stranges are definitely of the second group, primarily because of our love for dogs. It has been a rare occasion over the past 15 years for Elisa and me to live in a home that did not have at least one dog residing in it.

Now, my children have developed a love for dogs. So, I assume this will continue for at least one more generation. We currently have two dogs in our home that sleep in my daughter’s bed every night. I sometimes feel like she might love those dogs more than she loves the rest of us.

For the most part, I like these dogs. However, they are not my favorites and that got me to thinking, “I wonder what my favorite dog actually has been?” Actually, this was prompted by my son a few days ago because he actually asked me this question. And, there have been a lot of options over the years.

Was it Ricky, the beagle who lived with us in residential care? How about Huggy Bear, the pug who ran into walls in the old duplex that we lived in when Sydney was first born? Perhaps it was Aries, the german shepherd that an ex-girlfriend bought for me once.

Or maybe my favorite dog can be traced back to a time when I was a child. We had this old hound dog that my dad named rebound because it would play basketball with us. Or, perhaps it was Lucky, the fox terrier that lived inside with us when I was a teenager. He was definitely my dad’s favorite.

Then, there was Smoke but I don’t really remember him. I just know stories about him because I was only one when we owned him. Apparently, I would chew on his ears when I was teething. He would just sit there and whimper but never once snapped at me.

You know, there have been so many dogs, many of which I don’t even remember. My dad, while unemployed, had a currency system with his buddies that revolved around dogs, guns and homemade alcohol so there were always dogs coming and going.

One time we had something like 13 or 14 dogs in our yard (and we lived in town).

But, the more I think about it, the easier this decision becomes. My favorite dog of all time has to be Busch, or Anheuser Busch to be exact. That’s right, my dad named our dog after a beer company.

Busch was a mix between a German shepherd and an Alaskan Malamute and he was incredible. The neighbors would not let their kids come over to our house because they thought we had a wolf in the backyard. And, he did look like one so that’s fair.

That dog loved me so much.

I remember once that dad was extremely mad at me so I ran out and hid in Busch’s dog house. Dad came out to whip me but Busch stood in front of the door to the doghouse and would not let him to me.

On another occasion, a friend of mine and I were wrestling in the backyard. Busch thought the boy was attempting to hurt me and was at the end of his chain barking and growling.

Busch began having seizures on a near-daily basis when he became older and my dad ended up having to put him down.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a sad one indeed.

I’ve been around many dogs since but none of them compare to Busch.

How about you? Do you have a favorite pet that you would want to share a story about in the comment section below?

Feel free.

Life is Strange. Live it Well.

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