One of my favorite stories to share about Ned is the love that developed between him and our dog Sammy. In order to do the story justice, I need to start from the beginning.
We had a dog growing up. A basset hound named, Duchess. She wasn’t the most loving dog. A good dog but not one that was allowed to come hangout in the house, primarily because she smelled and she shed!
She lived many years and Ned took really great care of her as she aged but he wasn’t all together fond of dogs.
Almost always on Christmas Eve, Mom and Ned would spend the night at our house. They were always eager to be part of watching their grandchildren open their gifts on Christmas morning.
In 2008, it was no different. Although, I did ask Ned if he was sure he wanted to stay because Amy was getting a puppy.
He replied, “Of course your Mom and I want to stay. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to get a dog. They’re nothing but trouble and you have to find someone to take care of them when you’re gone. Don’t ask me because I am not keeping yours or anyone else’s dog!”
I’ll bet as soon as he saw the delight in Amy’s eyes the next morning, he, too, was smitten by the 1.9 pound puff of white fluff. However, he wasn’t about to cave-in at that point. He was way to stubborn!
After about 6 weeks, we were sitting at Amy’s basketball game and I told him we were going out of town the next weekend. Jokingly I said, “You want to keep Sammy?”
His response, not shocking, “Now, I told you I don’t like dogs. I am not keeping your dog. I told you they’re a lot of trouble and you had to get care for them when you go out of town.”
I replied, “No worries. I’m already boarding him. I just wanted to see if your mind had changed. You may not want to keep him now, but I’ll bet you will. He’s so cute and sweet and he doesn’t shed.”
He huffed and said, “I’m not keeping your dog.”
After another few months, we had to board Sammy again. It was not a good experience for him or us. He was mistreated. That didn’t make Ned happy either. However, he still wouldn’t yield.
Then we found Emily. A friend’s daughter who agreed to keep him. He enjoyed staying with Emily and her family. He was well-loved and cared for there.
One weekend, Emily wasn’t available and I decided to give Ned an opportunity to say, “yes” By this time, Sammy was more than welcome in their house. He was actually invited to come anytime we were visiting or having family functions.
I called and we chatted a few minutes. I was prepping him for the big question. “So, we’re going out of town this weekend and don’t have anywhere to leave Sammy. I don’t want to board him. Will you keep his cute little self?”
Without an ounce of hesitation, he responded, “Yeah. I’ll keep him but I’ll tell you one thing right now, that dog is NOT sleeping in my bed. ” I assured him that I would bring Sammy’s crate and he could put him in the crate at night. I did forewarn him that he would cry because he was accustomed to sleeping with us. I told him, “He likes his crate but only in the daytime and only when you’re not home.”
We left and Sammy was happy as a clam to be staying with Mamaw and Papaw.
The next morning, I get a call from Mom. I just have to tell you what happened. “We put Sammy in his crate last night. (They put the crate in the laundry room which is on the opposite side of their bedroom) He started to cry. He was so pitiful. I went to brush my teeth. I told Ned, ‘if he doesn’t stop crying I’m going to get him. I’ll take him upstairs with me and we will sleep on another bed. I just can’t stand hearing that little thing cry.’ By the time I got ready for bed and came back into the room, Ned had the dog in our bed.”
She sent a picture and I can’t find it.
Needless to say, Sammy stayed with them anytime we went out-of-town, except for the past few times and Ned was too sick. Good for Sammy, Alex was home and willing to take care of him.
The above picture was taken two Christmases after Sammy arrived. Again, on Christmas day when Mom and Ned were at the house to watch their grandchildren open their gifts from Santa. My what a difference two years made…….
This year will look and feel so different for us but I am so thankful and grateful for the many Christmases we had together!