My Nonhuman Loves A Canine Affair

All of our dogs have been rescues. None of them have ever been horribly well trained when it comes to leash walking. Yet, a simple reach for the leashes always sets them into a frenzy.
Sophia was the first dog for my wife and I together.
She was beautiful and a happy dog from the start.
She died too young a the age of nine after multiple cancer treatments.
Abbie came to us when we moved to Memphis and Sophia seemed too lonely.
Abbie was always a people person, never met anyone she did not like, and would follow anyone who seemed like a good prospect for getting attention.
She truly fancied herself a queen, always placed on her throne.
Buddy came along a couple of years later.
He turned out to be just a huge dog whose bark was always worse than his bite.
He loved the water whether a backyard pool . . .
. . . or the ponds at Shelby Farms.
At the age of nine, Buddy was just worn out. He was blind, had cancer and hip dysplasia. I still grieve more over the loss of Buddy.
In the five years we have had Grace she has certainly put on some needed weight and fur and has outgrown her first name of Possum Head.
She is our most needy dog ever, but also a good friend and companion.
Mostly, our dogs have always gotten along quite well.
And have become best of friends at first sight.
They have always been good with family, friends, and folks met along the way.
Today, we are a one-dog family with Grace.
But I cannot imagine life without our canine loves.
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Robert Connolly
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All photos by Robert or Emma Connolly. Final photo is taken in Emmaville, Minnesota.

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