Hoosier

This bulldog mix fell in love with my yellow lab.  He took up at the house and wouldn't leave.  I didn't want him.   He was a pit bull.   I was afraid of them in a sense.   Didn't want to take a chance.   I tried very hard to find his owner.   He had a blue collar on.   He seemed nice enough, but I was still on guard.     After a couple weeks I decided that perhaps my dog really wanted to keep him.   I told my dog, Buddy, that if he wanted we would keep him but it would be his dog.   So that is when I said to this stray, "Whose your DAddy?"   That is where his name, Hoosier, came from.  It is more like Who's Your?  

Those two dogs were really in love with each other and I was glad of it.    Hoosier didn't like cats and he didn't like some men.   He would sneak up behind them and try to nip them.   Never drew blood.   Didn't bark, didn't growl.   It caught me off guard the first time and I had to put him up when men came to visit.   He liked my lady friends.    One day Buddy died.   Suddenly and unexpected.   He died in the kitchen while I was picking the chicken off a carcass.   It was awful.   I was so upset.   Poor Hoosier he was too.   He and Buddy slept together and it was so hard for him to be alone.   I felt sorry for him and so I let him come sleep with me in my bed.   First time ever a dog had slept on my bed.   I still was a bit standoffish, but after a while I realized all we had was each other and so I was able to accept him as my dog.   

Hoosier is 15 now.   He was probably about 2 when he came to my house.   He is a good dog, other than the man thing.   I like that he has short hair.  I never want a long haired dog again.   

So that is the story of Hoosier.