Monday, again. Yesterday afternoon, we drove back from Knoxville. We had a Jack Russell terrier in tow, which is going to a lady in Griffin. The dog is named Roscoe and is very sweet. We got home late last night, too late to take the dog to the lady. So Roscoe slept in my room. I woke up around 5:00 and Roscoe was attached to my legs. I got up and Roscoe did too. When I came back to bed, I placed Roscoe a little closer to the head of the bed. Roscoe and I went back to sleep for an hour or two.
Later today, we will take Roscoe to his new owner. After that, I will pick up Tex from the puppy farm in Pike County. I suspect Tex's nose will be twitching when he gets in the car and particularly when he gets home. Jealousy will arise and we might see the return of indoor scent marking around the house. Tex is a French dog on both sides of his family and his personality seems to follow the characteristics of your typical Frenchman. Stubborn and jealous, he will ignore you as if you didn't exist.
I say that about Tex and the breeds from which he derives, but Molly was a Brittany, which is also a French dog, and she was sweet as could be. Tempermentally, she was probably the sweetest dog I ever had. She just wanted to love on me and be beside me all the time. She was definitely my dog.
Dogs are funny like that. They all have their own little personalities.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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