I didn't mean the DOG!
Curtis was my down syndrome uncle. I wrote about him before. It was always our plan that he would come to live with us when something happened to my grandmother. He died before that ever happened.
Soon after he died my niece had a litter of Shih Tzu puppies. After checking them all out, we agreed there was this one little guy that looked like Curtis. He had narrow eyes that were farther apart than the rest and he was the sweetest thing.
Needless to say, once they named him Curtis... he was in the family. When it came time to sell the puppies they couldn't bring themselves to sell "CURTIS". So my mom agreed to take him.
Now you have to understand my mom & animals. We had animals growing up, but they were ours. She had nothing to do with them. She has tried to have a couple of dogs but only to give them away after a few weeks because of their lack of obeying her & her lack of patience. Guess that's why she never re-married either.
Long story short, she had Curtis for longer than she ever kept any other dog, but then decided that she was going to sell him to a neighbor's friend who loved to play with him & wanted him.
He went home with her but then soon came back...She bought him back. Couldn't stand it. Then she gave him away to a family friend TWICE...She took him back TWICE.
After visiting our family a few weeks ago, she made the comment that "Curtis needed to be with kids"...and Stacy fell for it. He liked Curtis because he was a big burly dog, not like our dainty Tess who he says is full of drama!
I told him this was going to be his dog. I was not bathing him, feeding him or taking him to potty. He had to do it. "Yes, yes, I will", he replied.
So like I always said Curtis has now come to live with us. Not like I expected though.
He wakes up at 5 a.m. every morning barking, to which I elbow (very hard) my husband and say, "He's YOUR dog!"
I wish I could say it was working out like I planned but I have to go now and take Curtis out to potty & then give him a bath!
