This is my dog Tig

He's my real best friend, he don't ask for much. He lives for sausage and getting his head scratched. I kind of like sausage and scratchin' myself. He doesn't really like very many people, that's ok with me, cause I don't either. He's the real boss of the house, what's mine is his, and if I'm eating something he's got to be eating too, both my dogs do. He played out in the rain today so of course he had to come in and dry off on my bed. he gives me a lot of pleasure and I wish I could treat other people the way I treat him. I never get mad at him, I always take his side and he always comes first. When ever I am mad or just in a bad mood, he helps calms me down.

He does have a back leg that bothers him sometimes, it may be arthtitis, if he sleeps on it wrong he gets up and limps for a while and has a little trouble jumping. I sometimes wonder if someone has kicked him. He's not the friendliest dog by no means, but he loves me and treats me good, he never gets mad at me and is always on my side. If someone did kick him and I found out about it, I'm afraid that someone would get a visit in the middle of the night, it wouldn't be a social call and it would probably get quite ugly real quick.

They use to say a human year to a dog was seven years to one. Now experts say that has changed due to the fact that people and dogs live longer. Now they say physically that the first two years of a dogs life are equal to ten years each and then every year after that is equal to five. So a three year old dog is really twentyfive. Tigg, the best I can figure (because I don't know how old he was when he got me) is close to thirty or thirtyfive (3 or 4 years old) he's pretty healthy and he's an easy keeper (low maintenance) he should live another six or eight years with any luck. I don't even want to think about life without him. I think the life span of a dog shows that God does love Dogs (and all animals, even cats) The normal way of things is that the man outlives the dog, maybe breaking the man's heart for a time but he is strong and will get on and get over it (he may never own another dog again) but it teaches him about life. What would be worse is if the man should go first and break the heart of the dog. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, let alone a dog, my dog. I would never want him (or them, I have two dogs) to miss me or be treated bad by someone else. That's probably why children are supposed to outlive the parents, a child is strong and can get by, and get on with it. A parent should never go though the heart break of losing a child, it's just not right, I may be a little selfish on this thought, but that's just the way it is. Loving is a Hard Thing. Being Loved is Sometimes Even Harder. I tried to load a picture of my other dog Dutchy but the Blog Monster wouldn't let me, she's more Emily's dog anyway but she has a big piece of my heart too. Any day that you love a dog (or cat) and they love you back, is a good day. I Hope You Have A Good Day.