It was going to happen. That beautiful cocker spaniel puppy would eventually grow up to be a dog. We would be lucky to keep her for many years, but eventually we would have to say good bye to a sweetheart of a woozle.
My sweet tempered cocker looked and behaved like Lady in Lady & the Tramp when she was a puppy. Always at the door to greet us when we came home. Always walked us to the door and seemed disappointed when we left. Safe around children and always up for a scratch on her belly, a cuddle or a pat on the head. I think she aged well for a dog that made it to nearly 18.
Here she is 2 years ago at 16 years of age, enjoying our backyard in the spring. Hidden in the flowers beside her is her daughter at 7 a cocker mix.
Those ears of hers often became a problem, so here's a pix with them bobbed a few weeks later.
I have no idea what was in the cooler, but she was going to get it, that's for sure. No worries, we were there to keep her safe. I became allergic to pooties some years ago, but I like cats a lot; in many ways this dog was a cat in disguise. My brother called her a dat.
We once bought a dog food that she didn't like very well. It had exactly 1 kibble she thought was edible. The results are as you see here.... actually they were worse, sometimes she'd spead the kibble discards 2 feet away from the dog dish. That dog food came highly recommended, but we never bought it again.
She was helpful with the yard work.
We got this picture just a few weeks ago at just shy of 18 years old.....and she liked her naps.
I miss my woozle.