Welcome to guest author Jennifer Estep (who, by the way, has one way cool website), whose superhero chick lit novel Karma Girl debuted in May, and her sequel, Hot Mama, came out earlier this month. Jen wants to share a little about her favorite pet:
First of all, thanks to the Debs for having me on the blog. You gals rock!
I was really happy when I found out the theme this week is “Family Pets,” because it gives me a chance to talk about the best dog in the world — Lucky.
He was just a puppy when I met him, a few months old, mingling with the other dogs at the local animal shelter. But there was something special about the way he scampered over and sniffed my feet. Something magical about the way he wagged his tail. Something completely adorable about the way his snow-white belly would bounce off the ground when he threw his head back and barked.
So, we took him home from the pound, and I named him Lucky. (Not the most original name, but in my defense, I was only nine at the time. Besides, I knew what would happen to him if we didn’t take him home. That’s another reason he was Lucky.)
Lucky was the best $10 pound dog money could buy. Happy, energetic, enthusiastic, playful. He was Welsh Pembroke Corgi mixed with something else and extremely smart. One of his favorite toys was an empty milk jug. He’d pounce on it, grab it by the handle, shake it with his head, and throw it in the air. When the jug hit the ground, he’d repeat the process all over again.
He loved to go for walks, enjoyed rolling around in the snow, and was terrified of the water hose. He also liked to eat grasshoppers and turtles. (Don’t ask me why).
Over time, Lucky became more my mom’s dog than mine. But that was okay, because they loved each other so much. Whenever she would go out, he’d lay down by the door and wait for her. As soon as he heard her come back, he’d scramble to his feet and start barking. He was that happy to see her. Always.
Sadly, we had to put Lucky to sleep last year. He had a seizure, congestive heart failure, arthritis … it was just time. He was nineteen. Losing him broke my mom’s heart. Mine, too.
But his photo and leash are on my bookcase, and he’ll always be in my heart. One of my books will be dedicated to him. If I ever have a daughter, I hope I’ll find her a dog just like Lucky.
What about you? What memories do you have of your pets? Inquiring minds want to know …