Three years ago Mom decided she wanted a Shar Pei puppy for her birthday. DOD said 'no way'. But you don't know Mom when she gets an idea into her head....
So Mom called Joan, a breeder of Shar Peis and asked if she had a puppy for sale. No, she did not... but she did have a young female that she was looking to place in a home. So Mom said ' we will come and look at her'. And we did. You know the rest of that story...home we came with a scared and confused little dog named Lani.
First off, Mom decided she wanted to change Lani's name to Lacey....she had her reasons. Second,it became apparent that it was not going to be an easy integration into our family. I tried very hard, I shared my toys and tried to tell Lacey it was going to be okay but she had never seen a white dog before and she was not impressed. Lacey had not been a pet, she had not gone for car rides and slept on beds, she had not gone for long walks and learned about critters...she just didn't know a lot about a lot of things.
Anyway, she got off to a bad start when Mom took us in DOD's fancy car and left us there while she had lunch. OMD, Lacey ate all the leather back seats and most of the front ones too! DOD said she had to go back to the kennel.
Well she didn't go back.
So slowly she settled in and slowly we became the very best friends in the whole world. We did everything together...whatever I did she copied (which wasn't always good) and she became an honorary Westie. She chased critters and barked and growled...we were such a crazy pair!
She was way younger than me and I had plans for us to be together for many many years. Then about four months ago, while we were in Arizona, she got a swollen leg. Lots of tests and nasty things later she was diagnosed with cancer and we were told she didn't have very long to live. Well I was told, we never told Lacey.
We enjoyed each day even though she soon started to lose strength and stamina. She still she ate all of her food and most of mine. She still smacked me around the ears with her paws and we still growled and barked at feral critters. But then she couldn't do much. And then she didn't want to eat any more.
Yesterday we went to the Vet and I said goodbye to her. My sweet sister Lacey is waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for me now. I see her in my dreams and we run and play just the way we we used to and the way we will again when we are back together.
So Mom called Joan, a breeder of Shar Peis and asked if she had a puppy for sale. No, she did not... but she did have a young female that she was looking to place in a home. So Mom said ' we will come and look at her'. And we did. You know the rest of that story...home we came with a scared and confused little dog named Lani.
First off, Mom decided she wanted to change Lani's name to Lacey....she had her reasons. Second,it became apparent that it was not going to be an easy integration into our family. I tried very hard, I shared my toys and tried to tell Lacey it was going to be okay but she had never seen a white dog before and she was not impressed. Lacey had not been a pet, she had not gone for car rides and slept on beds, she had not gone for long walks and learned about critters...she just didn't know a lot about a lot of things.
Anyway, she got off to a bad start when Mom took us in DOD's fancy car and left us there while she had lunch. OMD, Lacey ate all the leather back seats and most of the front ones too! DOD said she had to go back to the kennel.
Well she didn't go back.
So slowly she settled in and slowly we became the very best friends in the whole world. We did everything together...whatever I did she copied (which wasn't always good) and she became an honorary Westie. She chased critters and barked and growled...we were such a crazy pair!
She was way younger than me and I had plans for us to be together for many many years. Then about four months ago, while we were in Arizona, she got a swollen leg. Lots of tests and nasty things later she was diagnosed with cancer and we were told she didn't have very long to live. Well I was told, we never told Lacey.
We enjoyed each day even though she soon started to lose strength and stamina. She still she ate all of her food and most of mine. She still smacked me around the ears with her paws and we still growled and barked at feral critters. But then she couldn't do much. And then she didn't want to eat any more.
Yesterday we went to the Vet and I said goodbye to her. My sweet sister Lacey is waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for me now. I see her in my dreams and we run and play just the way we we used to and the way we will again when we are back together.
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