Before Jeramy and I were dating, I was hanging out with all the guys at his apartment. Jeramy's mom came over to get him. He said, "You didn't bring Rosie, did you?" She smiled and laughed and said, "Yeah." Jeramy rolled his eyes and said, "Mom!!!" And I thought to myself, "What a jerk. That's probably his grandma or someone and he's mad that his mom brought her."

A few months later, I learned that Rosie was not his grandma. It was their new puppy. I did not grow up around dogs, so going to Malad and being around a rowdy puppy was new to me, and I'll admit - I was nervous about the dog. (don't even get me started about their baby calf...I still have nightmares about being chased by it).

Soon Rosie became a mom. Jeramy's mom sold all the puppies, then (correct me if I'm wrong Mary) her heart softened and she went and bought back the runt of the litter.

And so began the years of 2 dogs at the Wakley home. The puppy (On the right) was originally called Jewel, then Daisy, then many more names. Nothing "fit" her. She remained Puppy.
Rosie and Puppy did NOT like Maddie when she was born. They were not used to someone small chasing them around, and they both would hide out when she came around.

As the years have passed, I've gotten used to the dogs - and I even look forward to one of them jumping up on the couch and cuddling up next to me. The dogs have definitely gotten used to having oodles of kids around. Over Christmas break, I watched as Kaden shot his nerf gun - point blank- at Rosie's behind. She didn't even budge. She just turned her head to see what was going on, then went back to sleep.

My kids (except for Lindsay who is terrified of dogs) love playing with them. Feeding them, chasing them, talking to them and petting them.

We got the sad news last week that Rosie died. I've never been attached to a pet before, so this was all new to me. The girls were pretty bummed, but they reassured me that "all dogs go to heaven" and they are dealing with it fine.

We will miss you, Rosie!