Waggles
Waggles was my sister's and her family's dog. Waggles was sort of an unwanted animal in the beginning.
My sister, Mary Ruth , and her son were visiting our other sister, Sara, once and they had just got a brand new puppy. Steve, Mary Ruth's son, fell in love with the puppy and wanted one also. His cousins kept telling him you can go get one, they had more puppies there. So he begged his mother to let him go get one. She resisted and said, "No we can't have a puppy." He kept begging until my other sister, Sara, told her, "Just let him go. I am sure the puppies are all gone by now anyway."
So Mary Ruth said, "Oh, alright, you can go," confident that the puppies were all gone.
In a few minutes here comes Steve and his cousins and Steve had a puppy in his arms! Mary Ruth was exasperated at that sight. So they became owners of Waggles, a female puppy dog.
Waggles quickly became the beloved dog in their family and Mary Ruth loved her too. Waggles lived almost 18 years and was buried in their back yard and today a rose bush grows over the spot where she was buried.
posted by kyra lafain @ 9/14/2008 12:30:00 PM
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Old Waggles had the sweetest disposition of any dog I ever knew. Everybody loved Waggles.
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