Dog Days of College

I have a few "half posts" that I would really like to share with yall, I'll post some of them I'm sure, but most of the things bouncing around in my head right now are never going to come to fruition and that makes me sad.

This first in a series of who knows how many will be about Twister.

Twister is my dog

my puppy

my baby

He was my birthday present when I turned 15.

A few years before this, Rip and I shared a dog named Bear. Bear had always had a problem jumping fences. He was too good at it. We had a 7 foot fence that he would leap over in order to meet us (and the rest of the elementary school) halfway home from school.

My stepdad had a coworker that was moving to Austin where he had a few acres. Let's call him Bob. Bob offered to take Bear off our hands, we had a baby on the way, we were moving where we only had a 4 foot fence, so Bear would jump much more often. Momma decided that Bear had to go.

Well that's what they told us at the time.

My stepdad took Bear to the Humane Society and told them about Bear, they took him and sent him to another family. Momma now says that she went in to check on him 3 days later and he was already adopted.

Still.

He was our dog.

So, when I got Twister a few years later, I made sure he was my dog. In my name.

Twister is a pure bred English Springer Spaniel. I got him for $35 out of the back of a pick-up truck. He is liver and white and completely adorable!!

My stepdad decided that when Twister turned a year old, that it was time for him to live outside, instead of in my room.

Twister contracted heart worms shortly after, my stepdad wanted to put him down, it was too expensive to fix him. Luckily Momma talked him into helping me save my dog's life. His part was completely financial of coarse.

When I moved in with Daddy, I couldn't bring Twister. Daddy lives in an apartment. Once again, my stepdad entered the picture. He wanted to get rid of Twister because I wouldn't be taking care of him anymore. Momma put her foot down, once again, and Twister remained a part of my family.

I went to college and he pulled the same stunt, only this time I had to find a place for him to live once I moved to Galveston. I asked everyone I knew, I searched for a good home for him that I knew, so once I figured out stuff down here, I could bring Twister down. I finally found a friend who would do it, Momma!

So Momma made my stepdad keep Twister.

When I got back to Galveston from Christmas Break, there were puppies everywhere! I went to talk to my manager and pay rent and she said that I could bring a dog here, so that weekend, 2 days later, I drove 5 hours home and 5 hours back to get my dog.

I'm sure yall have noticed the picture of him on my blog, that was taken 4 years ago when he was 3 months old. He is so happy to be here and I am so happy to have him, I'm pretty sure I couldn't go back to living without him now that I have him here!