A story of love offered and received
This is a story about my grand dog. Now I know most are saying what the heck is a grand dog? Well, he is the pet of my grand sons, so of course he is my grand dog.
Diesel is his name and he came to our family at a much young age. His mother seemed to take a dislike to all of her puppies before they were weaned. He and his siblings for safety sake were removed from her.
Our sweet puppy was so small he could fit in the palms of my grandsonís Andrews hands. Now Andrew has large hands so I should have said he could fit into the palm one of his hands.
Needless to say Diesel became an arm baby, this is where it starts, our problem. Seldom at this point in his life did his feet hit the floor. He went from Andrews hands to the bothers hands to friends hands. He was and still is a real lap dog.
Ahhh, by the way he is a Pitbull. Raised with nothing but love and kindness he thinks he is one of the children. He will greet anyone coming in the door with what we call his happy dance. This dance can go on for any where up to a half hour.
In my case, his happy dance includes pulling on my dread locks. They are long in the back; he will jump up and swing from them. If I am seated, he starts across the room running and jumping up in my lap and starts tugging at my hair. Looking up and me as he lay upside down in my lap. Making the most gawd awful sounds. I think they are greeting love sounds, but I can't swear to that.
This love pet even thinks if the kids get a snack he should have one also. He sits and waits in line with the rest of them for a share of what ever is given out. He did not want to eat dog snacks so the family had to resort to putting his dog treats in chip bags. Now when the children get a snack, his bag is pulled out and a dog snack is offered to him as well. Of course since it comes out of the chip bag he eats it.
Diesel has developed his own social circle. On warm summer evenings the family would go out for ice cream. Diesel loves to ride in the car. While he was still very small his bed was put in the car on the seat behind the driver. He has grown so fast he no longer needs the bed, but of course that seat he feels still belongs to him. There have been times when there is a wrestling match for who will sit in the seat behind the driver. Diesel always wins by default when my daughter tells the children let him have the seat.
On very warm summer evenings you cannot always find parking close to the ice cream stand and we would have to park blocks away and walk back. Well, as I was saying he has his own social circle. There are several restaurants along the way with outdoor tables.
Under tables are always other dogs, even some that go to the same veterinary he attends. You can hear other pet owners calling out to Diesel by name as he passes. This amazed me at first because no one ever remembered the other owner's name but everyone seems to remember the other personís animalís name.
Social etiquette decrees that one must stop and chat, and there is a lot of comparing notes between masters and a lot of sniffing with the dogs. A walk from the car to get ice cream can become a real event.
When we get to the ice cream stand he goes under the table we choose as if on cue. I might add that no one has ever told him to do this or put him under the table. Peeking out with those doe like brown eyes. Waiting until the ice cream is served, he is given a cup of water and some ice to lick. This seems to make him happy. I guess it is enough that the water is in a cup.
I being the very proud granddog Mother, beam with pride as passerby's stop to admire him. He being the subject of attention lays out long or rests his head on one of the family as if to say these people belong to me.
This love pup who was raised with such care and warmth knows of no harsh punishments or pain. We get the feeling that he does not really even know he is a dog at times, this dog so unwanted by his mother has found so many others to care for him. Life is not always about how one starts it, but what one does with it. I think this happy puppy has done wonders with his. Teaching many of life's lessons to our whole family. ost of all the one of unconditional love.
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|Reviewed by Reginald Johnson
|This is a marvelous story, Cheryl B. Sellers. Our country would not have so many children with ADD, DD, OCD, and a plethora of alphabet personality disorders, including the final one, DOA Ö if some parents would treat them with the same care, concern, and love Ö you give your grandchildren and the ever grand DOG.
Warm regards Ö
Reginald V. Johnson
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|You have a teriffic sense of humor.
|Reviewed by Jackie Brooks
|Diesel sounds like a lovely dog and it is a great story, reminds me of a bulldog pup my uncle had when I was a little girl. Funny how they like to eat or drink what we eat, one of my cats had a kitten that liked to drink hot chocolate from a cup! The mental picture of a full grown Pitbull swinging on your hair, I don't know whether to laugh or cringe with pain, oooh! Jackie <> <|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Very interesting and entertaining piece. Pets always think they're humans, and they act like kids too. What a wonderful "kid" you have!
My cat had started to drink from a cup. He drinks tea, and eats french fries and roast chicken. He squeezes his head into a cup and drinks from it.
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Beautiful story about a grand family and a grand pit bull which proves that no particular breed of canine is vicious, as some seem to think. If a dog is shown hatred, it returns it in kind; if a dog is shown love, it returns it in kind - ten fold. Great write! Great dog!|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Wonderful tale! I'd like to come over and meet Diesel and bring my dog Nipper, but Nipper is jealous of other dogs. He'd love you though, I've never had a dog that loved humans quite like Nipper does. I really loved your little story.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Diesel sounds like a doggie I would love to know, especially when he does his "happy dance"! A charming story of a special dog! (((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Animals are great teachers. Wonderful write!|