I'm going to put Dudley in the spotlight today. Yes, he's my favored boy as my good friends know. It always strikes me as odd that guests to the house invariably cuddle up to Gunner, yet, it's so obvious Dudley is the smarter more classically handsome dog.
Gunner on the left, Dudley on the right
Let me explain how Dudley came to our home.
The year 2006 was probably the worst year of my life. My mom died in January and my dad followed in March. Other deaths continued. The mom of a friend of my son's (whom I had grown close to), my horse barn owner (the same age as my mom), our remaining dog Barney, my parents' dog, Gracie, whom we had adopted.
Finally in November (my birthday month) I said to my husband it was imperative to bring something into my life and we needed to go to one of the shelters and rescue a dog. This was the first time in our marriage that we were dogless.
Our intent was to find an adult dog who might be languishing in a shelter. But it was not to be.
We arrived at the Michigan Animal Rescue League and my husband was instantly drawn to a golden retriever, but who had just been spoken for that day. We continued looking and I walked down the aisleway of kennels. Lots of barking dogs. I came upon "Clyde" and thought it was a sign as my dad's name is Clyde. But I kept walking, right on to the last kennel. Instead of a barking dog, I saw a black youngster lying on the floor looking forlorn. His name was Hewlett and we asked to see him.
His story was this. He had come to that same shelter in April of 2006 with the rest of his littermates. The shelter was full but the staff had an odd feeling about the woman who brought the pups. So they agreed to take them. Hewlett got adopted but was "returned" at the beginning of November at nine months of age. The story goes that his adoptive mom was pregnant and felt the dog was getting too big -- a bologna story if I ever heard one.
So Hewlett came home with us and he was christened Dudley (aka Dudes, Duds.
The Duds is 10 this year and showing his years with the gray creeping into his formerly jet black coat. However, I still think he is beautiful, while Gunner is cute.
He's a black lab mix and is quite tall and long and weighs in at about 80-85 lbs. Gunner keeps him busy running after squirrels and digging holes.
And now you know why that handsome Dude is so special to me and is indeed, and always will be, my favored boy.
Love this story about Dudley...
ReplyDeleteHi Janet, I really enjoyed your post about your dogs (they are both so lovely). We have always had cats but (years ago now) we went to a Dog's Home and rescued an 11 month old terrier. He was trouble (typical terrier)all of his life - it was a good job we were younger then to cope with him. Saying that though he was absolutely brilliant with our other animals (cats and rabbits). Our other dog was a cross collie with a Labrador we think. We found her wondering in a country lane and could not find out where she had come from. She had obviously been dumped. We took her to the local police station and left her with them. I broke my heart over her and how someone could just leave her so we went back and told the police we would keep her. She was meant to be with us and although I have always been more of a cat lover, I can honestly say she was the love of my life. We lost them 8 years ago now, our terrier Tim was 17 years old and we had the beautiful Jessie about 14 years (never really knowing how old she was). I don't think we will ever get over the loss of them, but I am so thankful they entered our lives (their paw prints will be forever in our hearts). Kind regards, Louise S Cheshire UK.
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