My First dog and a trully exceptional one!

My dad was gifted with two Rhodesian Ridgebacks in the 1960's and would often reminisce about them. I longed for a dog and he promised that one day I would have my own Ridgeback. He kept his word, surprising me with the most uncute puppy I could ever have imagined. I had never seen a Ridgeback before - at 11 weeks of age she was huge and had a strange jaggy ridge of hair growing the wrong way down her back. She was boisterous, vocal, demanding and not the fluffy, sweet little cutie of my dreams. However, as we grew up together we became inseparable. She was famed for her strength and striking looks and I felt proud to have her walk by my side (When she wasn't running away). Pearl taught me friendship and loyalty and when she passed away it felt like the end of my world.

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