When A Dog Helps to Make Home...Home.

Today is my dog, Ryelee's 11th birthday.  We are crazy about him and I hope you will indulge me and allow me to write a little tribute today to him and to all the dogs (and cats) out there who help to make our houses home.

 

Ryelee came to live with us by chance.  Or so I thought.  One of my co workers brought a small pup (an Irish Jack Russell) into the office one day and asked if anyone wanted him because her husband told her it was either him or the dog.  (They subsequently split up so I wonder if she regrets giving up the dog?!) Anyway, as several of my co workers had Jack Russell's, they were all very interested.  I, on the other hand, was a big dog kind of girl.  Golden Retrievers were my family's preferred breed so I didn't give it much thought, cute as he was.  But he stole my heart when he came up to me and looked at me with big brown eyes that seemed to say, "Love me".  One by one, I heard my friends say that they wanted him, but would have to ask their husbands.  Or "my husband would kill me if I brought him home.".  Well, I thought to myself, I don't have a husband so I can take him.  Knowing that I am prone to impulsivity, I decided to sleep on it and if I still wanted the little guy the next day, I would do it.  

Ryelee and our Golden Retriever, Abby became fast friends.  Inseparable, they loved to wrestle together which was hysterical given their 50+ pound weight difference.  They kept each other company when I was at work and the kids were at school. Like siblings, they also got in trouble together, like the time they stole and devoured an entire roasted chicken off the counter when I went for a short walk.  When I came back, there was no sign of it.  They had eaten the entire thing, bones and all.  Sadly, Abby passed away almost 2 years ago and Ryelee was heartbroken along with us. 

Abby waiting for Ryelee to walk away from his dish so she can finish his dinner!

Abby waiting for Ryelee to walk away from his dish so she can finish his dinner!

Sorry about the poor photo quality but couldn't resist posting this shot of Ryelee and Abby together.

Sorry about the poor photo quality but couldn't resist posting this shot of Ryelee and Abby together.

He has adjusted to being an only dogger and makes us laugh with his antics.  A dog makes home... well, home.   No matter where we live, coming home means seeing Ryelee with his stubby little tail going 100 miles a minute back and forth and his entire body wriggling with sheer happiness.  So here's to you, Ryelee.  Thank you for being a great dog and a member of our family.  We love you!