I got to watch about 1/2 hour of the Westminster Kennel Show this evening, Sporting Dogs. What an incredible group they had. I left to make dinner and never came back.
Before saying anything I must congratulate our dogs that served us well and are no longer with us. Chani was my rescue girl who ended up loving people, other dogs and raised my cats. Gus, the black Lab/Golden cross we cared for and was trained to go to the VA for pet therapy. Sunegga, everyone’s little ray of sunshine whose presence always lit up a room. Woody, the happy dumb Golden who dragged me to my house to visit… me. Micey, a dog rescued from a Brazilian forest who survived over 14 years. Makai, Hawaiian for guard, who was Chani’s best friend and when I took care of her, she attacked the vacuum cleaner and tossed numerous tennis balls into my bath. Gigi and Charlie and Harley, so many others. Savannah chose her clothing, still does. She’s the only one left of the original pack. She’s a four pound Yorkie and doesn’t fit into anything so Joan, the milliner (husband Jim married us) made her clothes. Her July 4th outfit is incredible. Denim on the outside, gingham inside, and a cap.
Now I have to say that MB is getting another dog, one with the temperament to be trained to visit hospitals and such. Losing Gus was a big blow. I have to say it was wonderful to see him one last time, the Gus-inator. He knew me and whined (very un-manly of him but he only does this with loved ones). He’s been gone some time now and MB has a pup in her sights. It may not be this one but here’s a cute photo anyways.
Hugging a Pup
We wish our friends all the best in their search for the best pup for them and for volunteer work when he/she is ready to go to work. Yes, dogs rule. But I wait to move out to the country where every stray dog and cat will find me. Jim’s highly allergic to cats but if I can make sure the outdoor cats are healthy and neutered it’s OK.
If I ever met a guy who didn’t want to pet a puppy or kitten, relationship ended, period. If my dog growled at a potential suitor, forget the guy. Ladies, I’m not saying get a dog or cat, just borrow one you know well and see how it goes. It’s a good man-meter.
I’ve been off the market for too many years and don’t twitter or tweet, but know that if a guy treats his mother well, that’s how you’ll be treated as his spouse. If he instinctively pets the dog tethered outside the community grocery store, he’s probably a good guy. If the dog growls at him, watch out!
Luckily, I married an inveterate dog-spoiler who is terribly allergic to cats. In order to date me, he bought me a cat feeder, electronic with frozen compartments that rotated on a battery. See Techie. It worked. We’ve been married for years. It’s funny to see his early ploys all dealt with my animals. Happy trails, Dee
