Originally Posted by pimpdaddyposse

I was "borned" with our family dog Cocker Spaniel which we called him Blondie, it's a adorable dog and very protective of our family... It's kinda a long story but I'll try to make it to the point... I must be around 4 or 5 years old when our family got that dog as a puppy from a owner, I can't even remember where my family got it from, I was "raised" with that dog as we got older... Our dog's very attentive to doorbell, phone rings, so similar ideas as a hearing dog but not a hearing dog which our family trained him to be a good and smartest dog I ever seen since our familiy owned few dogs lately...

Blondie, our dog, usually loves to sneak out to the front of the house from our backyard, we do have a good fence but Blondie managed to sneak out oftenly... One time Blonide was nearly hit by a car but thank god the car swearved and crashed our huge tree, don't want to get in that detail...

Another time Blondie was once dognapped by a robber but managed to bit him and cause a accident but he was alived and ran away from the scene, the police arrested the man but tried to grab our dog to find where he live at our place but Blonide was angry and mean to people and he ran for couples of miles to our old home and he was drooling with bloods so we had to put him in basement alone for 3 entirely days and got better than ever. Blondie learned his lesson not to sneak out to the front of the house anymore.

One time we went on a vacation and let our neighbor to take care of our dog, but our neighbor was scared to take care because my dog was so mean to strangers and our dog ruined the drapes, furnitures, cuz he heard alot of strangers coming to our old house... We decide to take our dog along on our vacation all the time since we treat him as our most loveable dog. Anyway the main reason I miss my dog because I was "raised" along with that dog until a week after I turned 16 year old, Blondie got a stroke and survived but he always follow my mother no matter where she goes because to my dog, my mom is a master for Blondie, so my dog can go upstair but have fright to go downstair after he got stroke, so it was so miserable for all of us to put him to sleep. I couldn't even go to a vet to see him put to sleep because it broke my heart but I knew it's time for him... *sobs* I hope you understand my story...