Therpo
The Force is Strong With This One
I'm so glad that this forum exists, as I think that our 2D friends are some of our most valuable. Certainly in my life. What I especially appreciate is how each one has such a very distinct personality.
In my short life I have only had three dogs, the one being run over by a car when I was very young. He was called Wouter, named after one of the babies in the crèche I was then attending. The second a straight haired fox terrier which I got to pick out from the puppies. The breeder had dubbed him "charger" - for his passion in always arriving first at the food bowl. He was named Wouter II. This was when I was in the second grade. I grew up with Wouter, amongst our numerous other dogs. I taught him to climb parts of our tree house. He consented to being a patient in my "hospital", oxygen mask and all, ate my "dogs cakes" (consisting of dog food, a mixture of water and mealie meal and berries). His weakness was tennis balls, consequently if we wanted one of these balls to last us our summer cricket seasons we had to make sure it was secured in one of the trees. Wouter II couldn't jump forward, only up. Thus when I noticed a ball somewhere it would look like he was on a dog trampoline. Which reminds me that he was also unafraid of joining us for picnicks on the trampoline.
As I grew older and learned about the different breeds I became incensed when people would comment on his "weird" elongated snout. I would always reiterate that he was a pure bred foxterrier, as I was very proud of that fact at the time (in South Africa the terrier crosses is the most numerous dog found). Obviously now I know, that like us, it is not our lineage that distinguishes us, but what we do with the blood in our own veins. One disadvantage of his curious snout was that my dad and later myself had to frequently remove bones from the roof of his mouth that he managed to get stuck there. During Wouter's life, at different stages there were mostly 3 other dogs. One of which was always my brother's jackrussel - Kabous. These two often got into fights amongst themselves and with other dogs. This is how I became interested in the amazing world of veterinary science, an ongoing laymen's passion.
Having Wouter as a pet and parents who understood the value of teaching children to take care of these thaught me what it was to take care of something - I specifically remember what fun it was to wash him outside in summer. Wouter was a curious fellow in many ways - a relationship he had with one of our Alsations was one marked by the fact that water would always sit on part of his hind legs when the other dog was lying down.
Wouter reach the ripe age of 13 and a half years. At this point he struggled eat, were mostly blind and infirm. We had him euthanased and burried in the garden. And so the dynasty of the Wouters ended.
In my short life I have only had three dogs, the one being run over by a car when I was very young. He was called Wouter, named after one of the babies in the crèche I was then attending. The second a straight haired fox terrier which I got to pick out from the puppies. The breeder had dubbed him "charger" - for his passion in always arriving first at the food bowl. He was named Wouter II. This was when I was in the second grade. I grew up with Wouter, amongst our numerous other dogs. I taught him to climb parts of our tree house. He consented to being a patient in my "hospital", oxygen mask and all, ate my "dogs cakes" (consisting of dog food, a mixture of water and mealie meal and berries). His weakness was tennis balls, consequently if we wanted one of these balls to last us our summer cricket seasons we had to make sure it was secured in one of the trees. Wouter II couldn't jump forward, only up. Thus when I noticed a ball somewhere it would look like he was on a dog trampoline. Which reminds me that he was also unafraid of joining us for picnicks on the trampoline.
As I grew older and learned about the different breeds I became incensed when people would comment on his "weird" elongated snout. I would always reiterate that he was a pure bred foxterrier, as I was very proud of that fact at the time (in South Africa the terrier crosses is the most numerous dog found). Obviously now I know, that like us, it is not our lineage that distinguishes us, but what we do with the blood in our own veins. One disadvantage of his curious snout was that my dad and later myself had to frequently remove bones from the roof of his mouth that he managed to get stuck there. During Wouter's life, at different stages there were mostly 3 other dogs. One of which was always my brother's jackrussel - Kabous. These two often got into fights amongst themselves and with other dogs. This is how I became interested in the amazing world of veterinary science, an ongoing laymen's passion.
Having Wouter as a pet and parents who understood the value of teaching children to take care of these thaught me what it was to take care of something - I specifically remember what fun it was to wash him outside in summer. Wouter was a curious fellow in many ways - a relationship he had with one of our Alsations was one marked by the fact that water would always sit on part of his hind legs when the other dog was lying down.
Wouter reach the ripe age of 13 and a half years. At this point he struggled eat, were mostly blind and infirm. We had him euthanased and burried in the garden. And so the dynasty of the Wouters ended.
