Happy Birthday Wrinkles!

    

Happy 8th Birthday Wrinkles! We Love You! 

I remember the day we brought her home!  It was the day after Thanksgiving.  We had done our home work and chosen a dog that would fit into our life style.  A dog that wasn’t hard to groom or require a lot of exercise (a couch potato).  A breed that didn’t have a history of any major medical problems.

We drove to Pahrump, a small, but fast growing community about 45 miles from Las Vegas.  She lived with a wonderful family.  They had a farm in Pahrump, with many other animals.  The mommy and daddy pugs were their family dogs; they only allowed them to have one litter per year.  As they turned her over to us the father of the family said just take her home, take real good care of her, don’t change her food just yet or give her a bath for a week or two.

She was so tiny.  I sat her on my lap the entire drive home, all we could talk about was what we were going to name her.  Years before, when I would try to convince my husband, Young (her Daddy) into bringing a puppy into our new home, we would sit on the patio and try to come up with names. 

I would say we’ll get two dogs, we’ll name one Golfer Girl and the other Shopper Girl.  One for him and one for me, to well, go along with our personalities.  WHATEVER!  It’s not about our personalities, DUH!  Then all of a sudden it came to us WRINKLES, because her face was filled with the most beautiful wrinkles. 

My sister Linda and her daughter Laren were living with us at the time while they were waiting for their new home to be finished.  We didn’t want her to be overwhelmed when we brought her into her new home so we snuck in the garage door entrance.  The closes place to go was the master bedroom.  We took her into our bathroom.  She stood in front of the large mirrored closet doors, it was so funny to watch, she kept looking at herself and backing up thinking she was seeing another dog.

She has grown into such a special girl, always clowning around, playing tricks on you.  She works the doggy door nightly for treats.  The usual routine is to go out once for real and then go out again and watch through the sliding glass door to see if you’re looking at her.  If she thinks you’re watching she will go over to the grass and pretend she is taking care of business.  

When she comes back in from the doggy door she will come over to my chair, stare at me, open her eyes as wide as she can, I call it “the look”.  If I ignore her, she will start a pitiful quivering whine until I finally get up and get her a treat. 

But the most fun is when I mouth to her and point my thumb “Go tell Daddy”, she takes off running, over to the side of his chair, looks over at me, I shake my head yes, and then she starts talking to him in a howling bark until he finally says “Were you a good girl”, “Ok let’s get a treat”.  She definitely has us trained.

When it’s raining outside they use a puppy pad (that’s how we trained them as puppies, it has come in so handy when we travel).  She will try to get a treat and I will say to her, “Wrinkles you need to go potty to get a treat” she will walk over to the puppy pad, stare me straight in the eyes, squat and FAKE PEE!  I’m laughing so hard right now just thinking about it. 

She wasn’t too happy when we brought Sputters home; she had been an only child for the past four months.  She just was not ready to share our love with anybody.  But as time went on she grew to love Sputters, even though they do bicker like most siblings, they get along pretty good. 

We love her so much, she’s our big girl, hard to believe we have had her eight years already, the time has just flown by.

In Daddy’s ArmsHelping Mommy in the kitchenWaiting to open Christmas stockingsGiving Sputters kisses 

In the pool with DaddyDaddy’s foot headrest Birthday Presents 2007 

Comments

[Gloria]

Diane,
Thank you for sharing that story about wrinkles. I really enjoyed it. I get to love dogs thru others since my hasband doesn't want anymore pets...I miss them! Thank God for the shelter!