The Little Cowboy

I’m a dog person, I’ve always been a dog person and while Allan and I were twiddling our thumbs down in Granbury, TX, I fell in love with the Little Cowboy (I named him myself) who’s oh so cute on-line picture of him in a cowboy hat (it was Halloween time 2017) with his one bulging red eyeball hangin’ down had me dreaming of the days filled with my love for him and his love for me and all the activities we were going to do together which included long walks every single day and getting his eyeball fixed. You see, I love going for walks and I hadn’t had a dog in eight years so I was well overdue. I was so in love and convinced he would be mine that when Allan left for the gym and I was getting ready to go for my daily walk I would sing, “Little Cowwwwboy! Are you ready to go for a walk, My Little Cowboy of love?” And then I’d head out by myself.

Now, Allan is a dog person, too. He likes dogs and he’s had dogs before. However, he’s more practical than me so he didn’t think it was a good idea to adopt a dog when we were trying to sell our Townhome (which was taking way too long ~ I often times panicked that I might die in Texas before we could escape) so he poo pooed going to Fort Worth to the Humane Society of North Texas to go get the Little Cowboy.

I tried to be strong, you know, we were trying to move and we didn’t even know if we would have to rent if we couldn’t find something and it would be harder with a dog. Everything was very up in the air so it made sense and I tried to forget that I ever saw the Little Cowboy.

I should have stopped looking at his picture and I shouldn’t have made it my screen saver but I couldn’t help myself! Have you seen that Samsung Galaxy Commercial ( Connect Your Galaxy this Holiday) with the Rescue Chewie Dog? If not, here it is, it’s hilarious but it brought back memories of my major immaturity:

So, I just couldn’t let the idea of the Little Cowboy go and I convinced Allan that we would simply drive an hour to Fort Worth, grab lunch somewhere nice because in Granbury there’s not a lot of choices for one that hates BBQ and then we would just go look at him, just to see.

I was sooooo excited when we pulled up to the Humane Society. I could barely contain myself. I couldn’t wait to meet him and see the instant love connection come to fruition, in the flesh, for real, here was the moment I had worked so hard for and yes, shed tears over (I’m only human and perhaps a tad emotional at times). I ran into the office and out of breath, I tried to explain who I was here to see. They didn’t quite understand at first but then it dawned on one of them who I was talking about and they pointed us in the right direction.

We walked down a long hallway as I tried to calm myself so that I wouldn’t scare the Little Cowboy and went outside and down another rather long walkway. I was thinking, I wonder why he is located so far out of the way, but, whatever. We finally found his cage and the moment of our meeting was upon us!

Allan was really glad that the Little Cowboy came running at us with teeth bared, barking like a mad man and absolutely no love for either one of us. I do believe that an animal will pick you and I have to say, I was a little hurt, but it was probably best that way anyway.

In May of 2018 we made our move from Texas to Wisconsin to the 100 year old farmhouse on 54 acres we purchased sight unseen. Now, we have 4 cats and I’m proud to call myself a cat lady.

Ivar ~ AKA: Ivarski Bodalewski
Floki ~ AKA: Floker the Midnight Joker
Zoe ~ AKA: Zoooooeeeeeaaaaa

I don’t yet have a photo or a nickname for Maria because she is quite elusive so far. She might even be a boy for all we know. If that turns out to be the case, we might call him Sue.

All photos are taken by me unless otherwise stated 😊

2 Comments Add yours

  1. The Hinoeuma says:

    You wanted a dog that had one, bulging-red eyeball, hanging down? Pug? Pekinese?

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    1. Candice~Marie says:

      Yep! Mutt!

      Liked by 1 person

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