Honey was a unique dog from the start.  We first discovered her roaming our development in the Pocono Mtns.  My mother and I tried for days to lure her into our house.  Then one day in the winter of 1996, she finally succumbed to our enticing offer of a dog biscuit and warm place to rest.  Little did we all know, just a few short days later was the Blizzard of 96.  She would have died out there for sure.



Honey was a hunter in her own mind.  She enjoyed chasing birds, squirls and the like. Yes, she even managed to get sprayed by a skunk, not just once or twice, but yes folks three times.  But to her own credit, she did take down a ground hog. However, she was afraid of water, thunder, fireworks and gunshots.  That made for some interesting fun filled fright nights...not.  



Honey did grow up with a few friends, and even survived some sibling rivalry with her adopted sister "Spot"  We won't mention the stitches incident.  



When I decided to move out of my parent's house, and start my own family; my husband and I took Honey with us.  I think she secretly liked being the only child, and the snack sharing with my father-in-law.  She was around to see the birth of my two beautiful daughters.  She never was a fan of children, however, she would never harm them.  She would just politely avoid them.  OK... She did offer up the occassional "drive by kisses" as I called them.  Never sticking around long enough to be tagged by one of the kids.



So that's our Honey in a nutshell.  We loved her dearly, and in the end was called to Heaven to drive someone else nuts with all her eccentricities.



Honey Dodd

1994 - 2007