Well, it's been some time since I've written. Thunder died a year or so ago. Really weird.
It was a nice day (for fall in NY!) and my daughter was riding her bike through the yard. She was having trouble shifting the gears and asked for help. I got on the bike & started riding the bike through the yard and Thunder was chasing me around. We went in and Thunder went in the hallway and just died.
I was devastated! Thunder had just started liking Ron! It was so weird.
I couldn't think of another dog for a month or so. Then, I started really missing my baby. I looked and looked and finally found a little peek-a-pom. Her was a good puppy, seemed to be fitting in well. We named him Max.
About a month after we got him, we went shopping. We left the dogs home. When we arrived home I was bringing the groceries in. The phone rang. It was a friend of mine, having a minor crisis. I didn't notice the door left slightly ajar. Max ran out and went straight to the road. And got hit.
I couldn't believe it! I wasn't sure if I EVER wanted another dog.
But, we did attend an event for the Canine Working Companions. They are dogs trained to assist wheelchair bound people, become nursing home companions, etc...
I knew right away this was something I would like to do. I have 2 uncles that were in wheelchairs for most of their lives because their joints were ruined from hemophilia. Although they were quite self-sufficient, some wheelchair-bound individuals need some additional help.
So Princess Der and I applied to be a puppy-raiser for the organization. Over a year later, our turn has come. The director and another woman came out for our interview tonight. We get our black lab (probably a boy) on February 4th. We have to come up with an "I" name. All puppies in a litter are named with the same letter, going in order. Last litter were "H's", this one (lucky us) have "I's".
We have a few ideas:
BOYS
Ike
Ivan
Idaho
Iota
I liked Indy, but someone has already claimed it!
GIRLS
Iris
Indyona
Ivy
Any suggestions?
We will have to attend puppy training classes at a mall about 20 minutes from here (every other week).
There are some rules we must adhere to :
No getting on furniture
No begging at the table
The dog must always be on a leash or dog run.
Rocky follows none of these rules, but you can bet he'll start :-)
I think this will be a great thing for Princess Der, another aspect of homeschooling.
We'll keep you updated.
P.S. Rocky is doing great! He gives our 2 yr old grandson huge kisses when he comes over, then let's him lay all over him! He's a big dog, a loyal family member. I know he misses having a friend, so the puppy will be a good thing for him.
Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Friday, February 8, 2008
It's been a while.....
Wow, I have been so busy lately. First I quit my job to do my biz full time. Then, my Grandmother had a major heart attack, followed a month or so later with kidney failure, etc, etc...So I have been going to see her quite a bit lately. The poor dogs- they are used to me being here all day. Thunder who has a psychological problem or something, won't come in the house for Ron. If one of the kids doesn't come home, he'll stay out. But when I'm here, he will let Ron throw the toy, and he'll sleep with us- often on the other side of Ron, not even near me! I swear he has flashbacks to something that happened in his old life!
Rocky on the other hand is just a big goofey teenaged dog. He's long & lanky, has the most pathetic, goofey look, and has known to be a bit clownish acting at times. We are trying to get him to catch a treat and he sits there like-duh! Although he did catch one yesterday and came closer than normal a few times. Maybe he's getting it!
Thunder will catch treats, drop dead when we say "bang, bang, you're dead" , roll over, and other things. He's a bit tough to teach because he is so high strung. A bit stubborn, thinks he's a tough guy- don't all little dogs think that? But he is smart, no doubt about that!
I'm thinking I would like a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. They are just too cute, are well behave & learn easily.
Of course, another dog is not in the plans at the moment!
Rocky on the other hand is just a big goofey teenaged dog. He's long & lanky, has the most pathetic, goofey look, and has known to be a bit clownish acting at times. We are trying to get him to catch a treat and he sits there like-duh! Although he did catch one yesterday and came closer than normal a few times. Maybe he's getting it!
Thunder will catch treats, drop dead when we say "bang, bang, you're dead" , roll over, and other things. He's a bit tough to teach because he is so high strung. A bit stubborn, thinks he's a tough guy- don't all little dogs think that? But he is smart, no doubt about that!
I'm thinking I would like a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. They are just too cute, are well behave & learn easily.
Of course, another dog is not in the plans at the moment!
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
My adopted dogs
We have adopted 3 dogs in all and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything in the world.
The first adopted dog was "Goldberg", adopted in August of 1998. Goldberg was named after a wrestler by my son. Goldberg was a black lab & god knows what. He was black & white & probably the best dog ever. Goldberg had a somewhat rough life. We only had him a few days when he got horribly sick. He had diarrhea and was listless. Come to find out, he had parvo. Parvo will usually kill a dog, but we must have caught it in the nick of time. After a few days in the doggy hospital, Goldberg was good to go. Next, on a fishing trip with my son and his girlfriend, Goldberg fell into the pond. My son jumped in and saved the day, not to mention the dog. A few months later, we moved into our new home. While backing up in our yard to deliver our washer, our friend kind of hit Goldberg with his van. No big deal, Goldberg carried on! A month or two later, we went to a baseball game. When we returned and walked into the house, Goldberg had a huge bump on his head! According to the neighbors, Goldberg was out when we left ( must have snuck out!). He went in the raod, and got hit by a car! No big deal, Goldberg again pulled through.
We could take Goldberg out of state to my Grandmothers or to my sisters, and he would always stay in their yard- without a leash!
He was unusually kind to those with disabilities and illness. He loved the litle boy I babysat that would sit around and chew on Goldbergs tail or pull on his ear. After my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, Goldberg would sit right near him whenever he was here! Dad died in May 2004. In the spring of 2006, Goldberg had to be put to sleep, and went to visit Grandpa up in that big playground in the sky. He himself had cancer from what the vet could tell. Goldberg was one in a million-a faithful friend that will never be forgotten.
The first adopted dog was "Goldberg", adopted in August of 1998. Goldberg was named after a wrestler by my son. Goldberg was a black lab & god knows what. He was black & white & probably the best dog ever. Goldberg had a somewhat rough life. We only had him a few days when he got horribly sick. He had diarrhea and was listless. Come to find out, he had parvo. Parvo will usually kill a dog, but we must have caught it in the nick of time. After a few days in the doggy hospital, Goldberg was good to go. Next, on a fishing trip with my son and his girlfriend, Goldberg fell into the pond. My son jumped in and saved the day, not to mention the dog. A few months later, we moved into our new home. While backing up in our yard to deliver our washer, our friend kind of hit Goldberg with his van. No big deal, Goldberg carried on! A month or two later, we went to a baseball game. When we returned and walked into the house, Goldberg had a huge bump on his head! According to the neighbors, Goldberg was out when we left ( must have snuck out!). He went in the raod, and got hit by a car! No big deal, Goldberg again pulled through.
We could take Goldberg out of state to my Grandmothers or to my sisters, and he would always stay in their yard- without a leash!
He was unusually kind to those with disabilities and illness. He loved the litle boy I babysat that would sit around and chew on Goldbergs tail or pull on his ear. After my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, Goldberg would sit right near him whenever he was here! Dad died in May 2004. In the spring of 2006, Goldberg had to be put to sleep, and went to visit Grandpa up in that big playground in the sky. He himself had cancer from what the vet could tell. Goldberg was one in a million-a faithful friend that will never be forgotten.
Monday, September 24, 2007
The dogs in my life
I have had several dogs in my life. I liked them ok when I was young. The first dog I remember is Tippy, a cocker spaniel we had. I remember coming home from my Grandmother's in Pennsylvania to find Tippy frozen to death in her doghouse. Obviously there was probably something else wrong that caused his (her?) death first. All I know is, I wouldn't leave a dog outside for days, with just a neighbor checking on it. But back then, we did.
We had a variety of other dogs growing up. One was named Krypto. Krypto was some kind of mutt. My brother, who was a superman fan, named the dog after Kryptonite, the only thing in the world that can rob Superman of his amazing powers!
The two most memorable dogs are King & Nanny. King was a huge german shepard owned by our neighbors. He was always tied up, and he barked & barked & barked. If you walked by him, he would try to make a snack out of your leg! The neighbors warned us kids to stay away from King! He was tied up right outside of my window. I had nightmares for years of King crashing through my bedroom wall and tearing me to pieces. King almost ruined it for me & dogs! I never really liked them until I got older and had my own.
Nanny is a poodle that my family had for years. She barked alot, also. We lived across the street from a field, and beyond the field is a creek. Nanny would start barking like crazy. I would look out the window- I didn't see anything. What the heck was she barking at. Squinting my eyes, I barely notice the tiny (from that distance!) figure walking down by the creek.
Nanny had fantastic senses. She was an ok dog, but sometimes she wasn't always on my side. One day, my brother and I were messing around on the couch. My brother was pretending to beat me up and I was yelling, "Help, Nanny! Get him!" Nanny proceeded to come over & bite my foot! Duh!
As an adult, I first had Leo, another mutt. Leo was a crazy dog, who "fell in love" with my son's stuffed animals. The vet assured us this behavior would stop when he was neutered. It didn't. We ended up moving across the country and gave the dog to the relative of a trusted friend. Years later, we got Goldberg. Goldberg was probably the best dog in the world. I had a home daycare. For a while, I babysat a severly handicapped boy. This boy would come in, lay dog next to Goldberg, and start chewing his tail! Goldberg let him. In fact, if the boy didn't lay next to him, Goldberg got up and went to him! He sensed the boys problems and his love for the dog. Goldberg was well loved & a faithful dog for 8 years. Then he became ill with either Cancer or a heart condition. I eventually had to have him put to sleep. I am a pretty tough cookie, and thought I would be alright, so I went alone on the day of the euthenization. Bad, Bad mistake. When I handed him over to the vets assistant, I cried like a baby! I was blubbering all the way home!
Several months later, I was diagnosed with Cancer. I had a tumor in my kidney, which required
surgery and about 12 weeks of limited activity. I figured this would be a good time to get another dog. We went to a local shelter, and adopted a sheltie named Thunder. Thunder actually picked us! Thunders past is somewhat unknown. He has a lot of fears, one being my boyfriend, Ron. Thunder would bark & bark every time he saw Ron. Ron stated that Thunder wasn't a real dog, just an ankle biter! Thunder came close to breaking us up!
Just before my surgery, I had an overnight event with my Girl Scout troop. believe it or not, Ron awoke to find Thunder sleeping with him! I told Ron I think Thunder WANTS to like him, but he's scared! I felt if we got a "real" dog, a "Ron" dog, thunder would get jealous of the attention Ron gave the new dog. Ron wasn't liking the idea of a new dog.
About a month ago, my daughter started helping out at one of the foster homes the shelter has. We fell in love with a balck & white black lab/boxer mix. We adopted him & gave it to Ron.
I am happy to say he loved the new dog, whom we ended up naming Rocky. Thunder & Rocky have an absolute blast together, frolicking and such. Thunder is also starting to like Ron.
Why doesn't Ron realize that I am always right?
Later!
We had a variety of other dogs growing up. One was named Krypto. Krypto was some kind of mutt. My brother, who was a superman fan, named the dog after Kryptonite, the only thing in the world that can rob Superman of his amazing powers!
The two most memorable dogs are King & Nanny. King was a huge german shepard owned by our neighbors. He was always tied up, and he barked & barked & barked. If you walked by him, he would try to make a snack out of your leg! The neighbors warned us kids to stay away from King! He was tied up right outside of my window. I had nightmares for years of King crashing through my bedroom wall and tearing me to pieces. King almost ruined it for me & dogs! I never really liked them until I got older and had my own.
Nanny is a poodle that my family had for years. She barked alot, also. We lived across the street from a field, and beyond the field is a creek. Nanny would start barking like crazy. I would look out the window- I didn't see anything. What the heck was she barking at. Squinting my eyes, I barely notice the tiny (from that distance!) figure walking down by the creek.
Nanny had fantastic senses. She was an ok dog, but sometimes she wasn't always on my side. One day, my brother and I were messing around on the couch. My brother was pretending to beat me up and I was yelling, "Help, Nanny! Get him!" Nanny proceeded to come over & bite my foot! Duh!
As an adult, I first had Leo, another mutt. Leo was a crazy dog, who "fell in love" with my son's stuffed animals. The vet assured us this behavior would stop when he was neutered. It didn't. We ended up moving across the country and gave the dog to the relative of a trusted friend. Years later, we got Goldberg. Goldberg was probably the best dog in the world. I had a home daycare. For a while, I babysat a severly handicapped boy. This boy would come in, lay dog next to Goldberg, and start chewing his tail! Goldberg let him. In fact, if the boy didn't lay next to him, Goldberg got up and went to him! He sensed the boys problems and his love for the dog. Goldberg was well loved & a faithful dog for 8 years. Then he became ill with either Cancer or a heart condition. I eventually had to have him put to sleep. I am a pretty tough cookie, and thought I would be alright, so I went alone on the day of the euthenization. Bad, Bad mistake. When I handed him over to the vets assistant, I cried like a baby! I was blubbering all the way home!
Several months later, I was diagnosed with Cancer. I had a tumor in my kidney, which required
surgery and about 12 weeks of limited activity. I figured this would be a good time to get another dog. We went to a local shelter, and adopted a sheltie named Thunder. Thunder actually picked us! Thunders past is somewhat unknown. He has a lot of fears, one being my boyfriend, Ron. Thunder would bark & bark every time he saw Ron. Ron stated that Thunder wasn't a real dog, just an ankle biter! Thunder came close to breaking us up!
Just before my surgery, I had an overnight event with my Girl Scout troop. believe it or not, Ron awoke to find Thunder sleeping with him! I told Ron I think Thunder WANTS to like him, but he's scared! I felt if we got a "real" dog, a "Ron" dog, thunder would get jealous of the attention Ron gave the new dog. Ron wasn't liking the idea of a new dog.
About a month ago, my daughter started helping out at one of the foster homes the shelter has. We fell in love with a balck & white black lab/boxer mix. We adopted him & gave it to Ron.
I am happy to say he loved the new dog, whom we ended up naming Rocky. Thunder & Rocky have an absolute blast together, frolicking and such. Thunder is also starting to like Ron.
Why doesn't Ron realize that I am always right?
Later!
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