I love dogs. Like, really love dogs. When I was a super nerdy kid, I always subscribed to Dog Fancy when it was time to sell magazine subscriptions at school. While my sister was tearing photos of Nick Carter out of Teen Beat and putting them on her walls, I had photos of puppies on mine. I don't remember a time growing up when we didn't have a dog - Rommel the Rottie whose heart was too big, Buster the Jack Russell, Jessie the Brittany (our all-time favorite), the gentle giant Levi, Keeper the sweet and loyal Lab. As soon as I graduated college and had time and space for a dog, I adopted Simone as an 8 week old pup. A Border Collie/Golden Retriever mix, she is one of the dearest loves of my life. She was a great puppy, smart and eager to please and cuddly. Seven years old now, she has grown into a great dog. She still loves to curl up with me on the couch, will play fetch or soccer until one of us falls over (usually me), and is so gentle with Hattie. She shares my love of fruit and veggies, and I cried when our vet confirmed she has arthritis. She is the perfect dog for me.
Simone as a gangly pup.
Doc came along when Tyler and I were dating. He was a rescue, so we aren't quite sure how old he is but our best guess is about the same age as Simone. He is the purest mutt you've ever seen, with no particular breed completely distinguishable from another. If Simone is my perfect dog, Doc is Tyler's. Aloof, stoic, and singularly loyal, he attached himself to Tyler immediately. In the early days of our marriage, I used to joke that he was constantly plotting my demise. When I worked late, he tended to curl up on my side of the bed and always seemed disappointed when I did in fact come back home. Tyler thought it was hilarious, and I pretended it didn't hurt my feelings. Six years later, I have finally won him over. I think it was the birth of Hattie that finally did it for him. He surprised us all by being the most nurturing and attentive dog to baby Hattie, even more than Simone. I love you Doc, whether you like it or not!
Now, this old man is a special dog. He's been with our family since I was in high school, and we share the same birthday. He is the offspring of our lab Keeper (may she rest in peace), and either the pick of the litter or the one that was leftover depending on who you ask. Tyler and I recently took him in from my parents as they now have a full house with my sister's family (and dog) living with them, in addition to their Rottweiler and Bernese Mountain Dog. Mr. Luke is a simple man, a farm dog to his core. Hattie has quickly adopted him as her own, and frequently gives him hugs. It's adorable.
Happy National Dog Day to my sweet pups! Did you have a favorite dog growing up, or one you have now? Please share pictures and stories of your dogs with me in the comments and on instagram @raisedbythefork, I never get tired of them!
PS - We are entering the construction phase of a new project named after this handsome guy. Any guesses?
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