by rvgrammy1953 » Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:06 am
In 1986 we returned for the last time from Germany and were assigned to Ft. Bliss, TX again. This was Ernie's last assignment before retiring from the Army. Our son, Bill, was 7 at the time and we had promised that when we got to TX we would get a "forever" dog. So after settling in, we went to the local pound, right on the Rio Grande, and spent a hour or so looking at all kinds of friends that needed home...A small dog was our goal, one that wasn't a puppy...Ernie went one way, Bill & I went another....all we could find that was small were the puppies....when we met up with Ernie, he said that we needed to look at this dog, not small....kinda' medium size...so we went with him to the kennel cage and there she was way in the back, laying down, just looking out at us...He said this is the one...look at her eyes...she's smart....well, of course we all fell in love and we took her home that day....she was a Wire-hair/Jack Russell mix 1 yr old....anyways, making a long story short....we had her spayed....taught her English...(her name was Chiquita, and had been own by Mexicans), and she, Sandy, (Bill named her this cause she looked like the dog in the movie, ANNIE) lived with us for the next 17 yrs....When we had to let her go to the "Rainbow Bridge" Ernie & I were with her....Ernie said at the time that we would have NO More dogs...her passing really affected him hard....so for 6 yrs. we were dog-less, then 2 yrs. ago Spinner came into our lives and life is grand for the 3 of us....All of you were with us when he arrived and his story is posted in the Pet Section....but my point is, it may take awhile before the "perfect" pal comes along.....take time to heal...and the dog usually finds you....