We turn to the West. They met the Wests before ground was broken for either home in a chance meeting when both were looking at their lots. The Wests had a young female dachshund with them. She was black and tan but I hadn’t been born yet. The 2 houses were constructed and the Wests was finished 3 months after MY house. They loved the Doxie and her name was Lexus. Both the Wests and my peeps got along great-they exchanged house keys in case of emergency and trusted each other. Around September, the Wests got another female Doxie-it was young for even a pup and it was solid “red” (not really but she looked like that). They named her “Mercedes” and my peeps asked why the Lexus and Mercedes names. Mrs. West said that it was the only way she would ever get a Lexus or Mercedes. They asked my peeps sometimes to take care of the Doxie sisters and my peeps did-what a joy despite Mercedes piddling all over, but They forgave her-she was a young pup and a joy. When the Wests were horrified that a young’un had piddled over Him when she was lying on His lap and both piddled on their brand new carpet, they were horrified. They told the Wests that they wanted to get dogs of their own and the carpet was gonna get it anyway.
Then they went out and got me-another story and another post. I was five months old and only three days away from having the same birthday as Mercedes. The Wests mentioned that they wanted another dog-I don’t know what it is called in Doxie talk but it is like a pinto in horse color. She would be named Porsche. Thank God, it never happened.
They were invited over to the Wests for dinner which was my first time left alone in the house. The pulling out of the doorstop from the wall wasn’t my doing-I wasn’t the only one in the house because Daisy’s Somedoggie came to visit me and Somedoggie did it. They told me that there were appetizers before dinner and Lexus was allowed to roam up on top of the dinner table. Mr. West had a hunk of cheddar cheese and would cut off a piece for him and then a piece for Lexus. This “one for me and one for you” continued.
Before she was six, Lexus needed back surgery ($5000 worth) because the weight she was carrying was too much. Before she was seven, Mercedes had a belly that touched the ground. The next year she needed insulin shots twice a day for her diabetes. After buying a few toys, taking golf vacations in Scotland and Hilton Head plus a vacation home because the Wests kept refinancing their house with adjustable rate mortgages that were interest only-they got caught by the downturn and are no longer there. We got an email recently that Lexus crossed the bridge in November and I don’t think Mercedes is too far behind. We don’t think they’ll be getting any more dogs and thankfully the “import car wrecks” will end.
Peeps (who should know better) can pamper us too much.
kylascott 
Those poor pups. People just don’t think.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella &Roxy
PeeS. The Somedoggie works better when there are several of you.
I know, but Kenzie wasn’t with Us yet. A girl gotta do what a girl gotta do and I had to be creative.
OH my. What a story. And I thought I was enjoying a tad too many treats. No way would my belly reach the floor. My peeps would muzzle me first. Well, no. Probably not. But they’d make sure I lost a few lbs.
People. You can live with ’em, and you can’t live without ’em. Well, maybe you can live without ’em. I’d sure miss mine though…THERE I GO AGAIN. Digressing.
Aroo, Stuart
Guess the old adage applies ~ They Loved Them To Death!
Sweet William The Scot
When Kenzie and I are travelling with Them (not in the Scottiemobile because that only holds two of any pack members), we ride in the back seat of Her car in dog seats with straps that are secured by the rear seat belts and harnesses. Poor Lexus and Mercedes used to pile on Mr. West’s lap and head ’em down the road with front feet on the dashboard or steering wheel and maybe one or both of them with head out of the driver’s side window. Amazing that Mr West never had an accident as long as he was here.
Oh those poor girlies. We think Gus is trying to get his belly to touch the ground, but She, thankfully, keeps a close eye on him (he does love his food).
Anymore neighbours ……..? or are you keeping your side of the street to yourselves!
Woof!