The house is quiet today. No barking at the mailman; no paws thumping on the floor running from window to window; no being chased into the bathroom by a barking growling dog emerging from the darkness in the middle of the night. She never bit me, but she liked to chase. No more barking when I brushed my teeth. She didn’t like that for some reason. She could be a weird dog.
I had lots of funny names for our family pet dog. I rarely called her by the name Mandy. Mostly I just called her Dogger. Sometimes I called her Dogger Wogger, Dogger Strudel, Schnitzel eating Dogger, Miss Thing, Woof E. Dogger, the Wild Dingo, or Gray Bearded Dogger (as she got older her muzzle turned gray and she looked like she had a white doggie beard). (more…)
c. e. hammock 