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Twinkle
Twinkle was the first dog I had as an adult, getting him for Dede when she was 5 and, I judged, ready for a companion animal. After months of research identifying just the right breed for a city apartment and a perfect breeder (who raised the puppies literally in her own home on Long Island, as members of the family), we brought Twinky home when he was 13 weeks old. As I should have known from doing so much background investigating on Westies, he absolutely bonded to me - being a one-person dog - and merely tolerated everyone else.
So Twinky-dink became my dog. He followed me everywhere, barked at anyone who even looked at me "wrong" and took great care of me. He was an energetic and brave little dog, taking on all comers, most of them many times his size. In obedience school in NY, he was the only puppy who bossed the Doberman around. He never learned a bit of obedience, but he did provide a lot of entertainment for the whole class.
Twinkle and I walked all over lower Manhattan together while Dede was in school, in every kind of weather, both of us bundled in scarves and sweaters. He was a show stopper -- one could never hide when they were on Twinkle's leash. He braved the traumatic plane trip to Los Angeles, and put up with moves from one place to another, with nary a complaint. He endured the endless grooming and bathing ordeals that kept him looking and smelling oh so good. He kept away anyone he perceived might cause me a problem and he waited for me to come home each night after work, perking up when the key turned in the lock.
Even the very last week of his life, cut short prematurely by lymphoma, he struggled to his feet to warn off passersby as he proudly guarded his human hearth and home. To this day, tears come to my eyes when I recollect that bright face, peppery personality and my dear little friend.
Twink, I will always love you.
Orion's Rocketman Twinkle
1985 - 1994
So Twinky-dink became my dog. He followed me everywhere, barked at anyone who even looked at me "wrong" and took great care of me. He was an energetic and brave little dog, taking on all comers, most of them many times his size. In obedience school in NY, he was the only puppy who bossed the Doberman around. He never learned a bit of obedience, but he did provide a lot of entertainment for the whole class.
Twinkle and I walked all over lower Manhattan together while Dede was in school, in every kind of weather, both of us bundled in scarves and sweaters. He was a show stopper -- one could never hide when they were on Twinkle's leash. He braved the traumatic plane trip to Los Angeles, and put up with moves from one place to another, with nary a complaint. He endured the endless grooming and bathing ordeals that kept him looking and smelling oh so good. He kept away anyone he perceived might cause me a problem and he waited for me to come home each night after work, perking up when the key turned in the lock.
Even the very last week of his life, cut short prematurely by lymphoma, he struggled to his feet to warn off passersby as he proudly guarded his human hearth and home. To this day, tears come to my eyes when I recollect that bright face, peppery personality and my dear little friend.
Twink, I will always love you.
Orion's Rocketman Twinkle
1985 - 1994
