The best doggy in the world, my Cliff the Mutt, turns 12 years old today.
This is the little yappy thing that weighed a whopping 8 pounds and had an infected jaw when I brought him home from the Humane Society December 24th, 1998.
He was mine from the first moment I and my first husband saw him.
I got to bring him home. He was FREE because he'd already been adopted once by a family with a 2 year old that they didn't train to handle dogs, so she got bit (no I do NOT blame him for that, I blame those people but it meant I got the greatest dog ever).
He spent the day curled up in my lap.
He passed obedience school with flying colors.
He turned into a wonderful therapy dog.
He loves kids and babies and they in kind can now do anything to him they want without risk of getting hurt. (Yes I make sure they don't go too far)
I love all my animals, but he is my best boy. I've had him longer than any of them.
He helped me through my divorce.
He's helped me through the pain of the past few years.
And I expect he'll help me through the pain of the next six weeks.
While Oscar is the neurotic one, and Scrat is the fun one, Cliff is my rock.
He's always there when I need him.
Love you bunches and bunches Cliffy Mutt.
You are my joy!