Long Legged Blondes

Good morning.  Thank goodness it is Friday.  Now just get through the early part of it and you will have the weekend.  Some of you will have the weekend at your workplace and others will have a lot of other work at your dwelling place.  Whichever it may be, please celebrate the weekend!! 

We can celebrate together if you like because I will write you a story every day if the good Lord allows me the opportunity and ability.

Long Legged Blondes

Today I would like to share a story about my wonderful friend Shane.  Shane was brought to me by my Dad at the age of about 9 months.  He was covered in beautiful, golden, blonde fur and his legs were long!  When he stretched out he was taller than I was! I have been 5’6 ½” tall since I was 12 years of age and most of my height was also legs.  Right away Shane and I had a lot in common.  Neither of us knew where to put our legs to get them out of the way and we were both blonde and running through the yard was much more fun than hanging around the house. Yes indeed; it was love at first sight.  Shane’s story is long and interesting so I will just tell a little bit of it today. 

He belonged to a farmer who had chickens among other farm animals and he did not like this “dog”.  The farmer’s wife called my Dad and asked him to come out to their place and repair a screen door for her so of course Dad could use the money and he went right on out. He spied that dog as soon as he arrived at the farm.  My Dad was a kind man so he immediately set about trying to put the dog at ease and make a friend of him.  It wasn’t long before the dog was following him back and forth from the tool shed to the back porch and not once did the dog shy away from Dad. 

The farmer arrived and immediately the dog ran for shelter.  The farmer swapped a few words with Dad and went on his way and the farmer’s wife said to Dad, “Mr. Grace please take that dog with you.  My husband mistreats that poor thing and the dog likes you.  He accuses him of stealing chicken eggs but I know better than that. Take him home to your children.”

Dad loaded his old wooden tool box in the car and looked at the dog. 

“Come on,” he said. That dog almost flew to the car so Dad brought him home.

My brother and I were sitting at the kitchen/dining table and aggravating Mother while she cooked when Dad opened the front door of the house and placed that dog on the floor.  The floor was slick with a high sheen so dog toenails met floor and he slid all of the way across the floor and right into my arms.  He was beautiful and I fell in love with him and he fell in love with me.  Oh, I know he was a family pet, ha, but he was mine.  I named him Shane from the western movie that I absolutely do not remember anything about but the dog who loved that old cowboy.

Shane and I were together for 18 years and as I said earlier, he lived quite a life and I was so blessed that he lived it with me.

Together we were a couple of long legged blondes!