I was never a pet lover. Didn’t know how to love a pet because I never had the pleasure of growing up with one. My parents’ philosophy was that animals belonged on a farm. Not indoors. That's their old school thinking and I had to respect that because it was their home. Then I met my husband. He's a true animal lover but unfortunately his parents had the same beliefs.
When we got married, and moved into our new home, my husband was dying for a pet to call his own. This is when he brought home our Chanel. Chanel was an American Shaffordshire Terrier (aka pitbull). I know, a pitbull? Well I wasn't too pleased but she was so amazing. She was so docile and lovable and just wanted to be your friend. We had the joy of having her for 16 great years. She was a little baby sitter to my children. She kept an eye on them when I was cooking in the kitchen while they played in the family room. She would follow them everywhere they went. I never had to place gates at my doorways. She would lie across the doorway to ensure my baby wouldn't leave the room.
When she passed away my children cried for days. Their friends and teachers sent condolence cards to our home for support.
Our house felt so empty without Chanel. My husband was heartbroken. Missing her at the door when he came home. Her companionship on the boat.
We didn't think we would ever get another dog. No one would be as great as Chanel. She was so beautiful and smart.
After a year, we gave in and we took home little Bentley. A miniature malti-poo with a fierce personality. My son didn't want a small dog because he thought they were for sissies. Well guess what? Guess who's Bentley's best friend? You got it!
Bentley was so great that my husband wanted to get a little companion for Bentley. So last August we brought home Stella, our toy poodle. We were worried that Bentley wouldn't get along with Stella since we all spoiled him. NOT! He loves her, cuddles her, grooms her and brings her food.
We're so proud of our little pups!
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