Honey was the best Christmas present my husband ever gave me! Now, if my husband had asked me ahead of time if
I would like to have a house dog, I would have said, "NO WAY, JOSE!!" But, when he walked into the house a couple of
days before Christmas and handed that little ball of fluff to me, my heart just melted.
Honey was very special to me. He was totally mine, or I was totally his...I'm not sure which. Anyway, he
was the smartest pet I've ever had. He was completely housebroken by the time he was three months old. He knew
all his toys by name, and every toy had its own specific name. The first thing I taught him was to sit in a child's
little red rocking chair. When we had company, he would go climb up into the chair (even after it got to be a tight fit!)
and sit there, looking as though he was about to participate in the conversation.
He loved to ride in a car or truck. He would get so excited when I got his leash out. If I asked him if he
wanted to go "Bye-bye", he would be out at my truck in a flash, anxiously waiting for me to open the door.
One of his tricks was to get a ball and drop it into the laundry basket as I folded clothes. I would throw the
ball, and he would retrieve it and drop it back into the basket.
I could ask him what he wanted, and he would always show me. If he wanted his supper, he would go to the door of
the utility room (where I keep the dog food); if he wanted to go outside, he would go to the back door; but usually,
he wanted a dog biscuit, so he would go to the pantry. I would get the treats, and he would then shut the door for me.
A couple of years ago, I decided that he was "snacking" entirely too much, so I started telling him, "No!" when he came
to beg for a treat. Well, that lil' bugger figured out how to get me to give him a treat! He would come to me
and start whining or barking, and then run back toward the back door. Well, naturally, if he needed to go outside, I
was going to let him out! So...I would get up, go open the back door, and Honey would sit there...just for a minute;
then, he would whirl around and run to the pantry, as if to say, "Since you're up, how about getting me a treat?"
Oh, yeah!! As you can see in the picture above, he graduated first in his obedience school class! You can
see his trophy on the shelf behind him. I made him a mortarboard and collar for the occasion, and he proudly wore them!
He seemed to love getting his picture made, as he would sit quietly until I was finished taking his picture.
Also, as you can see in the next photo, he would play the piano, too.
Sadly, Honey went to "Rainbow Bridge" on April 9, 2002. That was a really sad day for me, but I try to remember
that I had 13 and 1/2 years of wonderful companionship from my Honey. I'll always miss him!