Me and My Dogs
My First Dog
Ever since I was a young boy I have always been very fond of dogs. This affection towards man’s best friend has been with me for as long as I can remember. However, this fondness towards dogs grew significantly when, in 1997, my parents got me a yellow Labrador puppy as a gift for my 8th birthday. This Labrador puppy, which I named Ash due to my love of Pokemon, was part of a litter from a Labrador which had been cruelly abandoned whilst heavily pregnant. The volunteers at the local dog shelter took her in, looked after her, and a few days later she gave birth to four adorable puppies. The volunteers helped Goldie (that’s what they named her) look after her puppies and eight weeks later they were ready for a new home. The rest, as they say, is history. We have a mutual hobby; love to play online casinos. Read more about bonuses.
A New Friend – Why I Love Dogs
Ash soon became one of my closest companions and the affection and loyalty that I showed towards him was given back tenfold. A dog’s ability to show unconditional love and devotion is one of the things that I love about them. Ash was a firm favourite amongst my two closest friends from school. They liked nothing better than coming round to my house after school had finished and playing with him until they had to go home. In fact, my friends loved him so much that they kept pestering their parents for a dog of their own. Their parents finally relented and Shaun got a one-year-old Beagle whilst Tyler received a two-year-old mongrel. Both these dogs, like mine, had come from the local dog shelter. By this time, Ash was around a year old and every chance we got we would take him, Buster (Shaun’s Beagle) and Buddy (Tyler’s Mongrel) to the park to let off some steam and to play games.
A Sad End, but a New Beginning
When Ash was three years old, he became very poorly and, after an inspection by the vet, we were told that he had an inoperable tumour on his spine. This was causing him a lot of pain and we had him put down to end his suffering. Understandably, I was distraught for quite a while. A year later, my mother asked me if I would like another Labrador; however, I declined as it would remind me too much of Ash. When I got home from school a week later, there was a Dogue de Bordeaux (French Mastiff) sitting in our living room. My dad’s friend was leaving the country and he wanted his Dogue de Bordeaux to go to a good home. We instantly hit it off and over the ensuing years Bruce and I became great friends. By the time he passed away due to old age, the Dogue de Bordeaux had become my favourite breed due to their unwavering loyalty, kind nature, placid temperament, and trustworthiness. Now, at the age of 27, I am fortunate enough to have two of them. They want to do everything with me; they even want to see when I’m playing progressive jackpot!