If you
happen to know me, there is a 99.999% chance you have heard stories about my
dog Dusk. No his name is not Dust (I get asked that all the time!). It is
DUSK…Yes I know it is an odd name, but there is a story behind the name. He is
from a litter of puppies my parents’ dog had when I was a senior in high
school. The litter was full of different colored puppies; several black and
white, a black and brown, a neat brown one and one little tiny blonde one. Well
I got to keep one of them, and since I am a sucker for the little itty bitty
runts I chose the little tiny blonde one. He was just too cute to pass off to
someone else! Well anyways this little guy had a microscopic black patch of fur
at the base of his ear (another thing I just couldn’t resist about him along
with his adorable white chest and paws). One day it dawned on me to name him
Dusk since he had a blonde shiny fur coat (that reminds me of the sun) with
that little black spot (signifying the night), and since Dusk is the time
during the day where the day shifts to night I thought it was perfect! My
family and I all thought eventually his little black spot would grow out and
turn blonde but to this day and four birthdays later the spot has stayed the
same if not gotten bigger.
Dusk was kind of a mystery dog
since his mom was a mutt we weren’t sure what exactly he had in his gene pool. I was banking on him looking like a lab but
boy was I wrong, he is all Beagle! Even
down to the bark, the sniffing and the stubbornness that is associated with
beagles. So much so that I am often asked what breed of beagle he is, and I just
politely smile and respond “oh he’s just a mutt!” I never ever wanted a beagle
but I must say I love him and all his beagle-y aspects. He is a very calm
mannered dog, but gets these random burst of energy that are hilarious for
anyone that happens to be around to view it. He is also a big chicken when it
comes to people (mostly strange guys) but he loves anything with four legs,
seriously anything…including goats. His favorite things to do are to go out for
runs (he runs faster than me…he kicks my butt when we go for runs).
If you stay tuned to Poppies,
Puppies and Pearls I can guarantee you that there will be many a stories
about good ole’ dusky boo. Old and New.
-Stacey and Dusk
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