PJ, "Peej" for a nickname, became my first dog (as in "my" first dog on my own). My father and I drove all the way to Brookefield, Mo., to get her, at about 10 weeks old. She rode on my lap all the way home. From then on, PJ was with me for the next two and a half years. I lived, after I hurt my back, in trailor (my choice, as I couldn't live with folks, but was still hurt too), and PJ and I were outside in a 18 foot trailor, for those two years. She learned hand, voice, and even head signals over those two years. :) She was so smart.
My father and I started taking her hunting that same year we got her (two month after), but on that trip, she was walking on the edge of the water (at 4 months) and then decided to crawl into my hunting jacket arm/sleeve, on the ground at my feet. However, the next year, she was good to go. Best dog for ducks and geese, field and water, and there wasn't anything she wouldn't get in the water/land (tennis balls, frisbees, etc...). She was an outgoing and loving dog that "EVERY TIME" I came home, or someone came to visit, PJ met them/us at the door, with "TWO" (had to be two?) balls, a ball and a tug rope, two of ANYTHING, just "2". :)
Peej loved people, sitting on the couch, being my best friend, hunting, fishing, being with family, and just living life. Even on her last day: "I took a turkey brat out for me, or the cats, and one for PJ (she wouldn't come in the house, for the last three days, she knew it was time). I walked outside and she lifted up her head, pounded her tail on grass (just like she did, ANY time I came up to her while she lounged on "her couch", and shared a brat and some water with me, on the ground, as I sat by her. Like she was shiny and new, not beat up and dying from cancer."
However, as PJ is in Heaven, waiting for me to come up and throw the frisbee, or to go fish with me, I will just have to settle for her looking down on Cali (my rescue dog), Cinnamon (my rescue cat), and me. I will always miss her and all the time we had, thru my physical stuggles and my living alone, the whole time she was alive she was with me. I will always remember the good stuff, and I don't think I could have any "bad things" to remember, she was that good of a best friend and dog.
Peace and God Bless,
MD
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