Prepare for a rant about... ... ... my three dogs!!! For those of you who are not animal or dog inclined, I suggest you stop reading now; because I am a major animal lover and I know that if anything is going to lighten my mood it's my dogs :)
Chelsea:
Born on the 22nd of October, Chelsea is 9 years old... I still remember the very first time I saw her... It was Christmas Eve in the year 2001 (I was living in Adelaide at this point) and Mum, Dad, my brother and I (I have no idea where my sister was at this point, but anyways) arrived at a dog breeder's home. I remember looking at birds and around the living room while the parents and the breeder were talking about all the serious stuff no normal 7 year old would listen to. Then all of a sudden the door behind the breeder opened the tiniest bit and an adorable little white fluff-ball came prancing through. I was immediately Awwwwwwwww'ing and when the breeder told me that that was the puppy we were taking home I couldn't be happier! The car trip home was spent deciding on a name and we finally decided on Chelsea. That was also the one and only car trip where Chelsea sat in the back seat in between my brother and I, because she very quickly became a 'Daddy's Girl' after that.
When she was younger I remember when she used to get excited (about anything in particular) and would play and bite our fingers which we'd make her chase... Then it turned into just playing with Dad... Now she basically doesn't play at all! Only with Beau who I shall talk about soon... Though I have managed to have a couple of moments where I had a brief play session with her... Those moments I treasure, because Chelsea only really wants to be with Dad... If he's not there, she'll sometimes go to Mum, and if neither of them are there, she may come to me... For only a small amount of time...
When she was a puppy, she used to go into my room... She used to snuggle up in a pile of my clothes that would be in my wardrobe and just sleep... If ever she was missing, that'd be the first place we'd look! She now snores when she sleeps... This has been happening for the last couple of years... It started out as being cute, until she consistently did it while we were watching the TV... Now we just find it irritating :P
I remember the day we left the front door open in Adelaide and she ran down the street... I ended up finding her barking at a dog over the other side of a fence of a house nearby... Gave us all quite the heart attack though! She thinks she's can take on any dog she comes across... Even those that are 10x the size of her! There have been a few times I have had to drag her away from other dogs when she's escaped the leash from a second's lapse in concentration... Yeah, she's a swift and cheeky little thing ;P
I can't imagine my life without her. Those moments when she's excited to see me, and gives me a kiss when I'm patting her... I absolutely love it!
Max:
Son of Chelsea, born on the 24th of December, 7 years old. Max is a major Mummy's Boy... In both senses! He loves Mum to bits (the feelings are mutual between those two) and he used to follow Chelsea around absolutely everywhere! I say used to because unfortunately, around 2-3 years ago he jumped off of the lounge room couch and did something to his spine... Ever since he has been very up and down when it comes to movement and mood... He used to be the Alpha Male of the house. Incredibly aggressive and would most likely bite the ankles of any stranger who walked into the house... He never really played with either human or fellow canines... Though when Chelsea and Beau play-fight he is usually following them around almost like a referee... It's so cute :)
Now he is very withdrawn... He doesn't move anymore than he has to... He doesn't jump up onto the couch anymore... He has days where he can't move at all or limps on three legs (one is cramping up) whining down the hallway... Thankfully he is smart enough to know that the drugs Dad gives him (as much as the taste must suck, as shown by his face) help with the pain, because he comes willingly...
Although Max is a good two years younger than Chelsea, he looks like the oldest one now... More like the old person who is in his death bed who has seen so many things in his life... One look into his eyes and I'm wondering what he's thinking... He looks quite wise... It's awe-inspiring but terrifying at the same time... To think his life has most likely been cut shorter... But until then, I'll spend every moment I can cuddling and stroking him as much as I can!
Beau:
Son of Chelsea, twin brother of Max, born on the 24th of December, 7 years old.
Ahhh Beau... My baby! :)
Well at least I think of him as my baby...
Beau didn't have the best start to life. When he was first born, Chelsea would only ever let Max feed off of her and seemed to reject him... Later on we find out it's because he was born with a liver shunt... So at only two months old Beau was already costing us around $6,000... But it was worth it!
Now Beau... Isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. I personally believe it would've been the liver shunt, and the operation, and a few knocks to his head (causing him to be head-shy, meaning he prefers not being patted on the head) under the affects of anesthesia that may have caused this. But I cannot see Beau in any other way!
He's always been the outcast of the three. Max was Alpha Dog and Beau never dared to challenge, he seemed quite content in his own little world.
One thing you notice about him if you watch for long enough is the way he walks... He lifts his front paws higher than necessary so it looks rather... Well gay. That would be one of the best ways to explain it. Oh, and Beau also lives on the larger side of life... Not too much, but yeah he is a little chubby... I find this makes him that little bit more adorable!
What I love is how whenever I feel down, it's like Beau knows or something... Because he always prances up to me or follows me round with his the usual adorably cute-dumb look on his face... Panting away, looking up at me. Then he tilts his head to the side, and looks as though he's asking "What's Up?" and I can't help but smile... I bend down to pat him and he wags his tail, jumps up and starts licking my face. He most likely wouldn't stop licking if I didn't push him away numerous times laughing and telling him to stop.
He's is always in a good, loving mood... No matter what! You can slap him and full on tell him off for doing something bad and one minute later he would've forgiven you and be all over you again! He would be the worst guard dog ever because he loves absolutely anybody who walks through the door instantly!
I know for a fact that there is absolutely no way I could live without Beau in my life! He is the dumbest, most adorable dog I have ever known who can always put a smile on my face and brighten up my day just by looking at me with the most stupidest of expressions on his face... Of course I can't live without any of them! But my favourite would have to be Beau! :D
I apologise to those that have read up to this point and are thinking oh my goodness when is this ever going to end?!?!?! But I do tend to get carried away... Especially when it comes to my dogs.
Well, that has definitely made me feel better... I just hope that things get better in the near future because I really need to find that motivation to get stuck into school work... I would never forgive myself if I failed Year 12.
~My symphony could never be written if it didn't have those specific notes~
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