My Dog Inky

10:43:00 AM judyo53 0 Comments

Inky was a black cocker spaniel and the nicest, sweetest dog I've ever met. He lived until 14 and he was going downhill. Dad took him to the vet one day and came home without him. My Mom was a basket case and cried her eyes out - first time I ever saw her do that. I don't really remember how old I was and although I loved him, I was old enough to realize he wasn't living a good life so I let him go.

Years later we got a light colored cocker spaniel named Taffy but she bit one of Uncle John's friends (actually a couple of his friends) and I'm assuming they put her down. It was sad because she was good with the family but John would be rough housing with his friends and she would "come to his protection" and bite his enemy. I took her demise harder because she was still youngish and was just trying to protect her owners.

And then there was Pierre, the French poodle. Ugly little black thing and mean! He would bite people with no warning. But he didn't bite any kids as far as I can remember and I think we kept him until he was old.

I think I was already moved out when Mom & Dad got Muffin, the sheltie. She was cute and sweet and unfortunately became obese with Dad's doting love and overfeeding. She used to jump for frisbies until her poor little legs couldn't handle her fat body. The vet kept telling Dad, "You're killing her with kindness." But Dad felt that not feeding her snacks was punishing her and no one could get him to stop. She did live a pretty long life although I can't remember how old she was when she finally died.