My husband wanted to name our first dog something Italian, and when I jokingly suggested Paesano (Piezon), he ran with it. When we tried to tell people his name, no one could pronounce it properly. So, we spelled it phonetically.
His big, cloddy ways as a puppy earned him the nickname “Bubba.” He was and still is the largest Aussie I’ve ever seen.
Piezon took me on a journey in life I never dreamed of taking. I thought I was supposed to be a mom to human children, not a four-legged creature who dropped furry tumbleweeds all over my nicely ordered home. This dog turned out to be my hero. I won’t write everything about him here, but I do share a lot of it in the book anthology Dogs and the Women Who Love Them, the short story is titled: A familiar friend turns Ordinary to Extraordinary.
After he crossed over to the other side, I had a difficult time moving on. A wonderful woman named Rhonda put together his memorial pages for me here on page 1 and page 2. BTW, he was a flyball dog. One of the photos of him jumping a hurdle below, is of him playing that high energy game (and he needed it because he was a high energy dog). He went everywhere with us, as you’ll see in the photos … hiking, swimming, beach, fishing. He even tried sheep herding, but he wasn’t so good … the trainer never saw a dog hump sheep before him!
Feel free to share about your own pets in the comments. I would love to learn about them.