Suzanne Whigham
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Life, no matter how mundane, can be rewritten in such a way that the dull froths into excitement. This understanding has led to a magical reality, where I no longer accept things as they are, but instead how they are written.
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Buddy Whigham
He was my sweet dog, but only for a minute it seemed. See, I already had a dog, and the relationship that I established with her was one riddled with stubborn compromise. A self-proclaimed horse person, I was never one to succomb to the heart-wrenching stares from kitties and pupperoos longing to find their human counterparts. As much as I loved them all, pet ownership seemed too daunting a task for someone with such a busy life. Still I fell for a beautiful Doberman who was rejected not once, not twice, but thrice for a slight jaw deformity which was frowned upon according to breed standards. What she lacked in physical perfection, she more than made up for in personality! Her loving demeanor was enough to make me cave in and allow her to warm the barren sofa cushions of our living room. What followed were months of locking horns over everything from how long throwing the ball should last to who gets to wrap their body in my favorite furry blanket. Just a hint, it was never me. Our entire family effortlessly grew to love her and vowed to never upstage her by adopting another pet.
By Suzanne Whigham4 years ago in Petlife
