Day 4.

Talk about your pets.

If you know me well, then you know I currently have a black yorki-shitzu mix. His name is Gizmo.


and I hate him.




If you know dogs, then obviously you know he is adorable just by the type of dog he is. But thats just the thing. It's not the cuteness that I hate; It's his dumb dog qualities. He is such a dog. Pees on everything, chews up everything, and he is just stupid. For some strange reason that is yet to be discovered, my brother and sister think he is a person and like to take him everywhere we go. Even when we take a family trip to the gas station. Ridiculous right? But don't worry. I am trying to talk my mom into getting rid of him, but she says absolutely not. Just like Gizmo, I think she is stupid, too.

But I used to have two dogs. Got them both when I was a baby, and pretty much grew up with them. A black and white german husky, and a golden retriever. Best dogs a girl could ask for. Now obviously, judging by my taste in dogs, I am not your typical girl who likes the little puppies that you can dress up and take everywhere with you. I am the type of girl that likes the big dogs that you can wrestle with and play catch with. The kind that are completely loyal to you til the day they die. Those were the kinds of dogs that Jake and Nobe (pronounced No-bee) were. They died within the same week of each other. I think it's because they loved each other like brother and sister. Now don't think I am crazy because I have proof.

Caution: sad story ahead. If you are emotional, or you just love dogs, fast forward.


About two years ago, Jake got very sick. So sick, that my brother would have to get up with him every night in the middle of then night just to give him his medicine. But one night, his weak little huge body just couldn't take it anymore, and he passed away. We had a trip to Lake Powell planned three days after this happened. Because we had already payed for the houseboat, we decided we would still go and hope to get our minds of Jake's death. A couple days after arriving in Lake Powell, we got a call from our neighbor that we had asked to watch Nobe for us. She informed us that Nobe, too, had passed away. But get this: Nobe had hung herself. Don't ask me how, but somehow she had managed to get out, wrap her leash around the fence, and jump over the fence. Brother sister love can go a lot farther than you thought. R.I.P. my wonderful dogs.