~*The Love of an Animal: Part 1 “The Introduction!”*~

I have always grown up around animals my whole life. Either we have had cats, dogs, or guinea pigs. Lately we have even had a horse and a rabbit. No matter what kind of animal it is, we loved them whole heartedly. My parents showed us how to love not only by loving us as parents do, but buy teaching us to love these small furry little friends the way we’re supposed to love everyone.

Tiffy

When I was 12, or maybe 13, we got a full blooded 4 month old Dalmatian named Tiffany. Called her Tiffy for short. Man, she was the smarted dog. Yes, as a puppy she got into things she shouldn’t have. One day, she ate a few bags full of soda cans. Not one scratch in her mouth. She would growl at us when we walked out the back door where she’d be. She even played tag with us in the backyard. Yes, I said it, TAG! She was the sweetest dog out there, full of love, but she would protect us if anyone she didn’t know came around us. I remember being in the van at wal-mart and my older sister walking to the car. Tiffy was ready to tear into her because she didn’t know who she was. She lived to be 13 years.

Angel
A few days after getting Tiffy, we got my sweet Angel. She was a very scared Chihuahua. I believe whoever had her before us was a male animal abuser, because she didn’t take to well to guys. She loved to play, after she got used to us, of course. She never would bite hard when she did. She was a very smart girl. She was my “girly girl” as I called her. She followed me everywhere. She knew how to get her tail, beg, sit, roll over, and speak when told. Lived 9 1/2 years before I had to put her down for organ failure. I had her for 7 of those years.

Furby
We had also gotten a cat. My twin sisters cat. Now, he was cute as can be, but a brat. If you did anything to him, he’d remember and get you back much later when you least expected it. He was so smart and as he got older he was very sweet. He soften up. He was so strong. He not only beat cancer, but he had also lived with congestive heart failure for years. He loved my sister. He made it 16 years and passed in her arms.

Tito
Can’t forget sweet Tito boy. He was literally the SWEETEST dog alive. Always full of hugs and kisses. He was unfortunately attacked by the dog in the yard behind us on Easter morning. Worst Easter Ever!! We prayed and cried and sang songs to him while he passed.

Now I’m all grown up and have always had an animal in my adulthood too.

  

Skittles was my rabbit. She was so sweet as long as you let her run. She hated the cage. She loved giving nose kisses, cuddling, and lots and lots of carrots. 🙂 I miss her!

Baby Grace

My first dog after my Angel was Gracie. I got her when she was 4 weeks old. She chewed on EVERYTHING. I’m not even exaggerating. She wasn’t the brightest. She chased a frog and spit it out, then grabbed him again and spit in out again and again. She got into fights with other dogs, snuck out of our fence when in heat before and was just a huge brat. Now she is grown. Almost 10 years on Feb. 26th. Now, she is so smart. My twin told her one day to get her tail, for chicken and after several attempts, turned around to cook her food and said “You’re not getting any til you get your tail.” My twin sis literally turned around to her chasing her tail and died laughing. 

And this morning Gracie jumped in my bed, with her nasty toy, to play. I took the toy from her and pretended to throw it. (Usually she doesn’t fall for that trick at all) She took off down the hallway looking for it leaving me with some time to hide it. I squeak it to get her to come back. She comes running and looking all over my bed for it. Jc asks, “Where is it?” I responded with “Behind my pillow between mattress and head board.” Gracie is a really, really smart dog because as soon as I had said that, she went straight to the toy and grabbed it. Sometimes, it scares me how smart she really is. lol

Freckles
We also just recently had a horse. Named him Freckles because he was white with small black dots. He loved our family so much. He loved giving hugs and he would stand there and just be happy as long as you talked to him. He was a smart horse. Reminded us of “Mr. Ed”. He loved APPLES. Poor thing was put down for having cancer all throughout his body. 😦

Meaty
My first Boston Terrier named Meaty. So happy and full of life. Loved to play and he was a fan of water. Loved the beach and lakes. Loved chewing on things. I found out about 4 years ago he had heart worms and I literally would walk 3.5 miles to wal-mart for a bag of chicken (It was the only thing he’d eat) and 3.5 miles back, by myself, just to make sure he ate. He passed away on March 27th about 3 or 4 years ago. I cried whenever I saw a Boston Terrier after him.

Til I saw…Elvis! I had to have this 4 month old Boston Terrier puppy that had so much love in his heart and energy in his step. He is now 3 years and the best ever. He loves apples, pretty much food in general. Both him and Gracie love it when mommy gives them fruits and veggies. They love carrots, apples, cucumbers, oranges, watermelon, celery, and a few pieces of bananas or peanuts. Gracie loves car rides, while Elvis doesn’t. They love cuddling and their long daily walks to explore. Most of all, they love each other.

Gracie and Elvis
If you don’t have a dog and can’t treat them as a family member, you shouldn’t get one. If you choose to get one, ADOPT! Don’t shop for one. There are so many out there (cats and dogs) that need homes. They all need love! 🙂

~*Fearfully and Wonderfully Made*~

John 15:13~ “The greatest love you can have for your friends is to give your life for them.”

Finding friendship is hard. Real friends, you know the true kind. See, I have nobody to hang with and I haven’t had anyone to hang with in years. I truly feel so alone. I am a great friend. I’ll stand up for you and be there when you need me, no matter what. Only thing I ask is you do the same. Every time I get a good friend they either move away or they end up stabbing me in the back. Hurting me tremendously. 😦 I close my heart off to ppl. Shutting them out because of the hurt. Then I find somebody else that seems like a true friend. You know, the kind that only comes from God? Then I get hurt, closing my heart off, once again. So I never have anybody to hang with because of it. I just want a true friend who shows me respect and loyalty in the friendship and I want to hang out a lot more than once or twice. :-/ I want a friendship that can only come from God. A God given “Best Friend”.

When I make plans, I have nobody to invite because when I invite all my friends (that I think I have) to do things with me, nobody even shows up. My birthday, I wanted to throw a party. Nobody came, but family. I threw a Memorial Day party and nobody came, once again, but family. I make plans and invite in advance and nobody still comes.

I go on Facebook and see everybody posting pics and statuses about having girls day/night out or going and doing this/that. I don’t have that kind of friendship, to hang with them. I don’t have a best friend to call my sister. Nobody sticks with me long enough. Is there something wrong with me? All my friends only communicate through Facebook and even then we barely talk. I don’t hang or talk to any of them outside of Facebook either, except my family members (Including the in-laws). I have been praying for years and years for a small handful of some girl friends and nothing yet. Some I could call my sisters. I decided to pray and read my bible. Let God heal my brokenness. Honestly, is there something wrong with me? Maybe that’s why nobody wants to hang with me! I feel like I’ll never have that friend I have been praying for. I know I have my hubby, but every girl needs a small handful of girl friends to have some girl time. :-/

God has been reminding me that I am perfect just the way He made me. That nothing is wrong with me. Psalms 139:14~ “You are fearfully and wonderfully made.” So why do I still feel so alone in this world? Why do I still feel like there is something wrong with me?