Way back in 1983, I got married. Shortly before the wedding, my dog Rowdy was run over by a car. It was the only sad part of an exciting time. After the wedding, we started our new life in an apartment. We soon discovered it was terribly roach infested. That led to us moving to our own home a few months later. Home being a trailer; affordable and it had a fenced yard. It meant we could get our first family dog.
One weekend we went to the humane society get a dog. There were so many dogs there. Walking through seeing all of them broke my heart. I haven’t been able to go back there or any shelter since. Anyway, as it happens with most everyone, one sweet dog called out to me. The choice was easy and we took her home to be our first family dog.
We named her Dusty. She settled in with us nicely. She was already house trained and enjoyed our small fenced backyard. Sadly, a few months later she got tetanus. We had to say goodbye because it was too far along once it was diagnosed.
I looked for a picture of Dusty and could not find one. We really didn’t take photos back then. I don’t think we had a camera at the time. Dusty was a medium-sized, mixed breed with brown hair similar to the hair on a retriever. All the images of our first family dog are in our heads.
I’ll always remember what love and fun Dusty brought to our lives in her short time with us. Run free Dusty. Run free.
After Dusty, our next dog was Crystal.