Love you friend. Sorry I have been bad about seeing if I get comments! or I miss them amongst the 500 pieces of junk mail in my email box! Overwhelming! Thank you for reading and for your love always. oxox
My sweet friend this brought back a rush of memories of the many dogs who have made a home in my life. I apologize for the length I talk a lot and I tend to write like I talk.
The first dog I remember was Moose. I was small just started to walk and he was my constant companion. My huge white furry pillow when I was tired after playing or just getting into everything. He was huge and I remember he could stand on his hind legs and look my 6 foot plus brother in the face with his front paws on Bobby’s shoulders. Usually being protective of his little person. He lived for 15 years finally going to the Rainbow Bridge the summer of my Junior year of high school. A Grey snouted old man still my constant companion as I walked thru the woods exploring.
There were other dogs thru the 15 or 16 years we had Moose. Each with a unique personality trait that we laughed at, admired or just shook our heads. Rusty was a larger size Chihuahua. Who would scratch his back on the bottom of mama's dress heels. Every time she sat down, all the time. He must have had an itchy back. Or Babs a small miniature Chihuahua who hid in the closet in my moms bedroom barking the entire time company was there. Frantic yips and barks for hours. Then there was Rusty’s sister Minnie who got bit back by yours truly under the dining room table after nipping me because I was biting my sister during that cannibal stage. And mama made her bite me back. so when Minne bit me. I bit her back hard and made her yelp and I had to explain what was “going on” to my exasperated mama. I was a trial to her but that’s whole ‘nother story. And after Moose when I was ready again to love a dog. I got Wojo Wojciehowicz. Wojo for short; after the Barney Miller character of the same name. He was probably the grouchiest, orneriest, meanest dog ever. I often joked (seriously) he only tolerated me because I fed him. He was the son of two police dogs and was always in major Protect mode. To the point of we couldn’t let him out when someone drove up because he was a barking, snarling black 100 pounds of German Shepherd fury who would jump on the car hood and act like he was going to chew thru the windshield and rip you to shreds. He more than once pinned some unsuspecting visitor in their car for hours… I loved letting him “accidentally on purpose” out when someone I wasn’t fond of would pull into the yard. And roll on the floor laughing before making a futile attempt to get him back in. With a syrupy (insert slow southern accent) I am sooooo sorry he just got past me. But please don’t get out he does bite. It’s a wonder my sister ever had second dates lol. She started meeting them up the road rather than let them meet Wojo. Some hateful person snuck up and shot him while we weren’t home. After Wojo it was many years before I had another dog. Living alone and working long hours was not good for a dog. Because they need human companionship. I didn’t get another dog until after I married and I brought home a starving skinny stray I named Molly Sue and when I took her to the vet to get her shots and make sure she was ok. He informed me she was pregnant. My husband was already not thrilled and that made it worse. She had 4 puppies while we were gone one day and I found her where I had set her up a quiet place. One puppy was a spoted male who looked like a dog verison of a Calico cat with many colors. I found homes for the other 3 but kept Maxwell Smart Max for short. He was my baby dog and my shadow. He was a short, long bodied, funny looking dog who would get in bed with me and put his head on Greg’s pillow like a little human who growled every night when Greg came home from work and tried to go to bed. It never woke me up and I kept telling him he was crazy. So he took a picture of Max snarling at him from the bed. We had Max for 10 years and he got heartworms. I was so determined we spent quiet of bit of money treating him. I was sick on Mothers day in 2011. It later turned out to be appendicitis. So I missed the fact he was not doing good. The vet cautioned us that he could get Pneumonia during treatments and I missed him going down. He came to Greg’s side of the bed and died there beside him on the floor. I was devastated and I ended up in the Hospital for 9 days after emergency surgery for a ruptured appendix. 2 years later Greg got me a German Shepherd puppy I named him Deuce because he was the second one. He was a funny loving sweet bundle of fur. When I moved to NC he was one of the few things I brought with me. And again my life was not good for dog ownership. So I found a program at a hospital in Raleigh that trains dogs to visit patients. I gave him to them so he could feel useful since German Shepherds are working dogs and happiest when they have something to do. I visited him every chance I had and when I had my heart bypass in 2020 I was st Rex Hospital and he was my therapy dog. He’s retired now but I still hear from him on occasion. And I know one day I’ll be in a spot to have another dog who will bring a smile to my face like this long walk down memory lane has. Sorry it’s so long. I could not pick just one. They all made a place in my life and a memory in my heart. I will be so busy when I get to the Rainbow Bridge there will be lots of puppy kisses. And maybe Wojo has mellowed out. We can only hope. Love you my sweet friend oxox
Oh how I love your dog stories! They are all so important for our souls to remember and treasure. You walked me through the best, funniest and the hardest of times. The one that really got me was Deuce :( The fact that you were so loving as to give him up to be a therapy dog was truly amazing. Even more amazing was how you would be reunited with him during your heart bypass. Just incredible. God is so good like that. Thank you for walking me down your beautiful memory lane. They all have a special place in our hearts. I know I cling to my own memories of each and every pet, as part of the soul and story of my family. I cried and cried looking at our Big Jim again. ugh. Love you friend and I really hope you're doing well. oxox
Big Jim ❤ the most beautiful & stoic boy....proof again that Dog is God backwards for a reason.
He truly was the most beautiful stoic boy. I really love that Dog is God backwards and I love you and your love for both. ox
That one was a hard one. So many thoughts of our precious dogs that are now gone. So beautiful you captured your last moments
Love you friend. Sorry I have been bad about seeing if I get comments! or I miss them amongst the 500 pieces of junk mail in my email box! Overwhelming! Thank you for reading and for your love always. oxox
My sweet friend this brought back a rush of memories of the many dogs who have made a home in my life. I apologize for the length I talk a lot and I tend to write like I talk.
The first dog I remember was Moose. I was small just started to walk and he was my constant companion. My huge white furry pillow when I was tired after playing or just getting into everything. He was huge and I remember he could stand on his hind legs and look my 6 foot plus brother in the face with his front paws on Bobby’s shoulders. Usually being protective of his little person. He lived for 15 years finally going to the Rainbow Bridge the summer of my Junior year of high school. A Grey snouted old man still my constant companion as I walked thru the woods exploring.
There were other dogs thru the 15 or 16 years we had Moose. Each with a unique personality trait that we laughed at, admired or just shook our heads. Rusty was a larger size Chihuahua. Who would scratch his back on the bottom of mama's dress heels. Every time she sat down, all the time. He must have had an itchy back. Or Babs a small miniature Chihuahua who hid in the closet in my moms bedroom barking the entire time company was there. Frantic yips and barks for hours. Then there was Rusty’s sister Minnie who got bit back by yours truly under the dining room table after nipping me because I was biting my sister during that cannibal stage. And mama made her bite me back. so when Minne bit me. I bit her back hard and made her yelp and I had to explain what was “going on” to my exasperated mama. I was a trial to her but that’s whole ‘nother story. And after Moose when I was ready again to love a dog. I got Wojo Wojciehowicz. Wojo for short; after the Barney Miller character of the same name. He was probably the grouchiest, orneriest, meanest dog ever. I often joked (seriously) he only tolerated me because I fed him. He was the son of two police dogs and was always in major Protect mode. To the point of we couldn’t let him out when someone drove up because he was a barking, snarling black 100 pounds of German Shepherd fury who would jump on the car hood and act like he was going to chew thru the windshield and rip you to shreds. He more than once pinned some unsuspecting visitor in their car for hours… I loved letting him “accidentally on purpose” out when someone I wasn’t fond of would pull into the yard. And roll on the floor laughing before making a futile attempt to get him back in. With a syrupy (insert slow southern accent) I am sooooo sorry he just got past me. But please don’t get out he does bite. It’s a wonder my sister ever had second dates lol. She started meeting them up the road rather than let them meet Wojo. Some hateful person snuck up and shot him while we weren’t home. After Wojo it was many years before I had another dog. Living alone and working long hours was not good for a dog. Because they need human companionship. I didn’t get another dog until after I married and I brought home a starving skinny stray I named Molly Sue and when I took her to the vet to get her shots and make sure she was ok. He informed me she was pregnant. My husband was already not thrilled and that made it worse. She had 4 puppies while we were gone one day and I found her where I had set her up a quiet place. One puppy was a spoted male who looked like a dog verison of a Calico cat with many colors. I found homes for the other 3 but kept Maxwell Smart Max for short. He was my baby dog and my shadow. He was a short, long bodied, funny looking dog who would get in bed with me and put his head on Greg’s pillow like a little human who growled every night when Greg came home from work and tried to go to bed. It never woke me up and I kept telling him he was crazy. So he took a picture of Max snarling at him from the bed. We had Max for 10 years and he got heartworms. I was so determined we spent quiet of bit of money treating him. I was sick on Mothers day in 2011. It later turned out to be appendicitis. So I missed the fact he was not doing good. The vet cautioned us that he could get Pneumonia during treatments and I missed him going down. He came to Greg’s side of the bed and died there beside him on the floor. I was devastated and I ended up in the Hospital for 9 days after emergency surgery for a ruptured appendix. 2 years later Greg got me a German Shepherd puppy I named him Deuce because he was the second one. He was a funny loving sweet bundle of fur. When I moved to NC he was one of the few things I brought with me. And again my life was not good for dog ownership. So I found a program at a hospital in Raleigh that trains dogs to visit patients. I gave him to them so he could feel useful since German Shepherds are working dogs and happiest when they have something to do. I visited him every chance I had and when I had my heart bypass in 2020 I was st Rex Hospital and he was my therapy dog. He’s retired now but I still hear from him on occasion. And I know one day I’ll be in a spot to have another dog who will bring a smile to my face like this long walk down memory lane has. Sorry it’s so long. I could not pick just one. They all made a place in my life and a memory in my heart. I will be so busy when I get to the Rainbow Bridge there will be lots of puppy kisses. And maybe Wojo has mellowed out. We can only hope. Love you my sweet friend oxox
Dearest Friend,
Oh how I love your dog stories! They are all so important for our souls to remember and treasure. You walked me through the best, funniest and the hardest of times. The one that really got me was Deuce :( The fact that you were so loving as to give him up to be a therapy dog was truly amazing. Even more amazing was how you would be reunited with him during your heart bypass. Just incredible. God is so good like that. Thank you for walking me down your beautiful memory lane. They all have a special place in our hearts. I know I cling to my own memories of each and every pet, as part of the soul and story of my family. I cried and cried looking at our Big Jim again. ugh. Love you friend and I really hope you're doing well. oxox