It's Dalmatian not Dalmation

  One of the things that annoys me to a great extent is when people spell Dalmatian the wrong way. It's actually a common mistake people make by taking the A out and replacing it with an O. It's an insult to all Dalmatians out there. I hate it when people get my name wrong too. It's an honest mistake and can also be insulting to you as well.

Homer is not amused at being called a Dalmation.

  When People don't spell Dalmatian right I get annoyed. Even Disney did this with their animated movie 101 Dalmatians by spelling Dalmations. If you don't believe me go look it up. I won't post pictures do to time constraints. If you want to find out about Dalmatians from an official source you should check out this link for The Dalmatian Club of America. At least they know how to spell Dalmatian correctly.

The Story of Homer the Dalmatian

Homer

 

  Today I thought I would write a post about something that was very special to me, my old Dalmatian, Homer. Back in September of 2004 I was a freshman in high school and it had been about 2 years since my Basset Hound died from cancer. So a friend of my sister in law found this Dalmatian walking alongside the road, and she had the door open, the Dalmatian was so scared that he jumped into her car with her children. So they took him to their house and and named him Buddy. Unfortunately for them, their landlord said that they cannot keep the dog. So she asked my sister in law if she knows anyone who would like the dog. So my sister in law asked my mom about the dog. So Mom asked me if I liked Dalmatians. I told her yes. So we went to the house to see the Dalmatian. I went to see the dog and put out my hand for him to sniff. The moment I laid eyes on him I said can we keep him? He was an older Dalmatian with a cropped tail. Mom Said yes and we took Buddy home. My older brother named him Homer which I wouldn't have thought of  at all.

Homer Catching a Milk Bone Not Photoshopped 

  Homer was a treat loving dog. He had arthritis and would squeak in pain if you hugged him or put your hand on his back when he was laying down. He loved to play fetch. He would play fetch for about a year until we moved up to my current house, when arthritis wouldn't let him play anymore. We had Homer until 2008 when he sadly passed away from cancer of the lymph nodes. RIP Homer ????-2008