Monday, January 19, 2009
In my last post I mentioned my dog, Wyatt. I just thought I would let everyone see what a handsome boy he was. He was my best buddy but it sure didn't start out that way. He was 7 pounds of pure demon when we got him. The first time we took him to the vet, he told us we would have a good dog when he was four years old. I thought he was joking but he wasn't. We used to call him "Devil Dog" and I remember telling my sister once when he was about 6 months old that maybe I made a mistake and should take him back. He was a handful. LOL. But he turned out to be a good dog and very devoted. He loved me and Steve just as much as we loved him.
Let me tell you one funny story about him. In the first house Steve and I lived in, we would put baby gates up so that Wyatt couldn't get out of the kitchen when we were gone. We scared the crap out of him with those baby gates when he was a little shaver and he wouldn't go near them. The kitchen was kind of small (ok, the whole house was kind of small) and the kitchen table was pushed into the corner under the windows. Wyatt loved to look out the windows, so we had one chair pulled out and under one of the windows so he could look out while he was caged up in the kitchen. Well I guess he thought it would be even better to look out of all the windows from the kitchen table. So we pull in the driveway and we look at the side window and we see Wyatt looking out at us over the curtains. Steve said, "Is Wyatt on the kitchen table." I said, "I believe he is." Well he had figured out how to get on the table, but he couldn't figure out how to get off the table. He waited for us to come in the house and lift him off and put him back on the floor. Luckily he was still a puppy and only about 40 pounds.
Next time I will tell you some more funny stories about my boy. He was quite the character!!!