When I was 10, my parents and I got our first dog as a family, Briar. She was a spunky little Rottweiler and probably the baddest little Devil ever. Briar ruined me as far as puppies are concerned. She was absolutely wild!! She loved to play and torture us, as she thought our socks were her toys and would run after us to bite and chew on our feet. Even though she was a terrible little puppy, we grew to love our girl. She loved to play and was always running through the house and our backyard chasing after toys. She loved knotted up socks (her "babies"), her kong ball, and anything else she could get her little teeth into. She had the funniest little personality and was always making us laugh. We called her Snoopy cause she was always being nosey and had to know what everything was doing.
We got Belfie a few months after we got Briar. To say that he was Briar's opposite could not be farther from the truth. As a puppy he was the sweetest little fluffball, except for when he didn't make it to the bathroom and peed on my bed the first few nights he slept with me. Belfie was our chubby little love bug, but boy was he a grumbler. Our big guy was like a giant teddy bear. He was sweet and wanted everyone's love, on his terms of course. He was a grumbler and loved to talk. He would play like a big puppy and even though he was so huge, he loved to be treated like a small fragile dog. You had to be so gentle with him and man did he love it. The minute I would come home, he would run straight for me and go right through my legs and wait for me to scratch his back end.
We had Briar and Belfie for 14 years and this May we had to put our Belfie down when he got really sick. Briar was not herself after Belfie was gone and her sadness filled my parent's house for 6 month and 5 days. We put Briar down 2 weeks ago. She was having an awful time getting around and she was ready to be with Belfie. At least now they are together somewhere over that big rainbow bridge in the sky running, playing, and I'm sure terrorizing anyone they can. Although they're gone, I will think of them and miss them every day until I am lucky enough to see them again.
Briar and Belfie have been my siblings for the past 14 years out of the 24 years of my life. We have had a lot of great times together, some bad, and some sad too but I have cherished every moment with them. Since I was so fortunate to grow up in a family with my loving little companions, I have always known that I would want to get a dog some day. I know Briar and Belfie would want me to have a companion to give my love to and give a second chance to, so as much as my rescue will be for me and the rescue dog, it will also be in loving memory of my Briar and Belfie.
