While going through my computer, I found a file in which I wrote about my old dog, Trixie. According to the comptuer, I originally created the file back on 27 December 2005. I don't remember why I wrote it, but I decided I liked it well enough to publish it here.
I can't remember exactly how old I was when my sister and I used to play with Trixie at my grandparents' trailer. All I know for sure is that it was back when my paternal grandmother was alive, back when Trixie was still her dog rather than ours. I had to be either in preschool or the first couple years of elementary school. My family would go to visit her and my grandfather every week. Each visit would require that one of the adults take my sister and me down to the pen where they kept Trixie.
She was an adorably plain dog. To this day, I don't think I could even begin to guess at the breeds that made up her muttly heritage. She was about the size of a Pomeranian, with brown and white fur and a curly tail. Her lower jaw stuck out just enough so that her four front-most lower teeth were visible when she closed her mouth. Under other circumstances, this would have made her look constantly ferocious. But to me, it just made her all that more adorable.
Being small children, we loved to play with Trixie. Often, we would pester my grandfather (often, with the help of our grandmother, who loved nothing more than to see her grandchildren having fun) to let us let the dog loose. Then she would run around with us and we'd have a great time.
On some occasions, we'd even convince the adults (again, usually with Grandma helping us to persuade the others) to let us bring Trixie into the trailer with us for a half hour or so. On these occasions, we got to play our favorite game. My sister and I would lie on our stomachs and bury our faces in our arms. Trixie would run around us excitedly, trying to get at our faces and lick us. We'd laugh and giggle.
Every now and then, Trixie would start to wander off. My sister or I would immediately raise our heads up and call to her with a little chant. "Trixie, Trixie, try and kiss me." At hearing this, the dog would become excited again and the game would start all over, making both my sister and I squeal with laughter. Grandma would watch all of this with a smile on her face. Grandpa wasn't always as impressed, but she managed to keep him from getting too upset.
Eventually, Grandma succumbed to the cancer that had been trying to claim her life ever since I knew her. Just before she went into the hospital the final time, she asked my sister and me to take care of Trixie for her. That's how that adorable little dog with the constantly bared teeth eventually came to be my dog. We had her until my second year in college. And while I never plaid the "try and kiss me" game with her after Grandma died, I loved her that entire time. Some days, I still miss her.
That is a touching story, do you have more about pets? I had a dog named Bandit, he had the same under bite as Trixie I think. :) He was more of a wire haired Terrier mix. He would protect me to no end. I was standing in my bathroom doing my hair or something and I kept feeling a tickle on my foot. I just would move my foot a little and forget about it. But it kept doing it so I looked down and seen a wolf spider or some kind of huge spider rearing up on it's back legs as if to show me it's fangs. I do not like spiders at all! I called Bandit into the bathroom and he tore up that spider! He died of cancer at age 6 years. I still miss him too.
What are the odds? I had a dog named Trixie when I was a kid too. :) Part Beagle, part something else.
What's really funny is that my mother's current dog is named Bandit!
I've had pets all my life, so I'm sure I have more memories involving them. Perhaps I'll have to work on writing a few more down.
Awwwww! Can you post a picture or have you?
Of whom? Trixie? I'd have to go to my parents' house first, see if I can find one, and scan it in. (I'll see what I can do.)
You can find pictures of my current cat, Precious, here.
I'll also have to hunt for and scan photos of my past pets.