When I was a teenager, my idea to earn money was to raise golden retriever puppies. So one Christmas morning I got a puppy that I named Wendy. She kept my parents up most of that Christmas eve night. She was a very good dog and turned out to be a great mother. She loved to be petted more than anything. We later got another female, Misha, who wasn't a very loving mother so Wendy took care of those puppies too.
The puppy business worked out pretty well for me. My parents did most of the work and I did most of the loving of Wendy and the pups, then I got the loot after they were sold. Even though we found good homes for the puppies, I hated and avoided the times when they left.
Wendy passed away at an old age for dogs in June of 2001 right before I came back in August. God's timing is always right and it made it easier on me to be far away.
I remember that, I think that was a very good job for you, petting on Wendy and those pups such hard work, good thing you got paid well. Love Dad
ReplyDeleteHmmm...I wonder if there is a job like that I can do. i'd love to get paid for someone else's work ;)
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