The adventurer, Homer. A personal story.
It’s with smiles and tears as I share the story of our adventurous German Shepherd.
Homer came into our life and left us during times of heartache. Thankfully, he was a strong, determined and hardheaded sole.
Homer arrived when we lived in Scottsdale, AZ. We had just lost our Norman, a German Shepherd to cancer at the age of six. I didn’t know dogs got cancer. Norman was my first dog ever and I was devastated. Thinking another dog would help, in walked Homer.
Homer was a handful!!!!! Yes, I do believe he would have eaten every piece if I didn’t pull him back. I thought German Shepherds would be similar. Norman listened. Homer didn’t. Norman was calm. Homer was everywhere.
Yep, Homer had a $700 broken toe. You can read more about his misadventures by clicking here.
We should have realized at this point Homer would be an expensive family member!!
We joked about calling Homer, volks. We could have had a couple of new top of the line Volkswagons covering his adventurous medical bills.
Having Homer in our lives was an adventure I’m glad we didn’t miss. He let me dress him for parties.
He made our house a home.
He was a perfect brother to little Bella. He licked my tears away when we suddenly lost our sweet Bella just 6 months ago.
Homer, the grand adventure quietly slips away.
I miss you, Homer.
Rest in Peace, Homer October 24, 2004 – August 10, 2016