Honey was my first love.
She is responsible for my long and passionate love affair with animals. Sure, I'd had pets before Honey. First there was Pebbles and Bam Bam, little green turtles (red-eared sliders?) that I kept in a bowl in my bedroom. They lived among colorful rocks and plastic palm trees. I took good care of Pebbles and Bam Bam, but didn't connect with them in a warm and fuzzy way. Then a hamster at the Charlotte Nature Museum had babies and the museum wanted good homes for the hamster babies. Happy Hamster came to live with us. Happy was a good pet. But still, I wanted a dog.
Years later, Spooky--a beagle mutt in the neighborhood--had a litter of pups. Apparently Spooky enjoyed many suitors because every puppy looked like a different breed. There were strong Rottweiler-looking pups and handsome German Shepard-looking pups. But a pitiful, skinny, weak little runt-of-a-dog captured my heart. Of course, I had to have her. After serious negotiations, my parents caved in and Honey J. Dog was mine.
Honey grew into a scruffy terrier-looking dog. She was my best friend and constant companion. We were inseparable. She was my Honey J. Dog.
As sweet as Honey was, she wasn't going to win any beauty contests. To be honest, she was an ugly dog. Of course, to me she was so ugly she was cute. Somehow, others didn't see it that way.
One early morning I was waiting at the bus stop, Honey by my side, and a new bus driver pulled up. When she opened the door she exclaimed that's the ugliest cat I've ever seen! I had to correct her, to defend dear Honey. So in front of all the kids on the bus, I steadily announced that's not a cat, that's my Honey. I never lived that down.
How I loved that dog.
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