I frequently ask myself "When did I become a dog person?" Until a few years ago, I would have never called myself a dog person. I've always had cats, growing up and all through my adult life. I didn't give much thought to owning a dog. However, I knew that if I could choose a dog, it would be a Scottish terrier and I would name it Franklin. I had the name picked out long before I actually had the dog. I figured my chances of ever owning a scottie were pretty slim, as I never saw ads for one in the pet sales section of the local paper. Then, what do you know? Early in March of 2007, there was an ad for scottie puppies in the Columbus newspaper. As excited as I was, I waited too long to call, and the ad was gone after a week. Oh well....But wait, about two weeks later, the ad was back...only one puppy left. So I called and set up a meeting at the breeder's home.
When I arrived, there at the front door was one of the most beautiful cats I'd ever seen, and I was happy to see the folks were cat lovers, too. When I walked into their kitchen, I was greeted by the puppy's parents, and the owner's daughter said, "There's the puppy. We've been calling him Frankie." I couldn't believe it. I'm sure it was a sign from God. That puppy was supposed to be mine. Franklin has brought me more joy and pleasure than I thought was possible from a dog. He is my heart. And the answer to my question is..the day Franklin came to live with us, my life changed forever, and I became a dog person. Two more scotties have joined us here at the Spragzoo, and life couldn't be better.
