It’s been another long day.� So it’s been a long week.� I was sick.� Our old dood, Sweets (the Chihuahua) was sick.� Puppies spent the day at kindergarten.� More plumbing trouble.� Girl didn’t hardly sleep last night (so neither did Mommy).� So yeah.� I’m beat.� I’ve got nothing left in me to write a blog post.� So here’s something cute from another MomWriter friend of mine.� A super cheap and adorable little angel ornament you can make up for all your kids friends, teachers, and family members:
I was looking through my photos, getting ready to begin edits on the next shoot, when I stumbled upon a couple shots I took of Sweets – the old man Chihuahua. Totally blissed out at the beach. Ever since we made it out to my parent’s cabin a couple weeks ago, I’ve been doing my best to get us back out there… and I think these images explain why.
Sweets really was completely blissed right out, he’s a lake dog if ever I’d met one. Totally and completely in his element, exploring, sunning, and just generally enjoying everything about being at the cabin. And there is little that makes me happier than seeing someone I love so very happy. I have to admit, sometimes I forget just how short a time this old man has been a part of our family. Seems like he’s always been here. 🙂
In other news… keep your fingers crossed that our little old man chi may soon be a Daddy (again). Knock on wood, we’re hoping to have puppies this Autumn.
I started writing a post about old dogs… got about a paragraph in, and deleted it. The fact of the matter is that we now have three old dogs, and as much as I love old dogs (seriously, I’m a sucker for a senior dog, there’s just something about them) I worry for our hearts.
We’ve only ever had one senior dog at a time before. And it wrenches your heart out when they leave you. Time helps you heal, but the hole they leave in your heart never completely closes back over. I imagine my heart looks like swiss cheese. I’ve had far too many go on ahead to Rainbow Bridge to wait for me. I wonder how many more holes I can handle.
Thora. Can’t believe she’s 11. I have no idea how it happened. I remember the day she arrived (via the underground railroad – volunteers each driving a leg of the journey to bring her here). I cried when I saw her for the first time. She was everything I had ever hoped for. Lurchers are fabled as the “ultimate” dog, and she really is. The idea that she’s a senior is just so foreign. She’s still my “baby girl”. She’s still that ultimate hunter and protector – the perfect dog.
Brandibuck is 12. Boy, she and I have weathered a lot of storms. She was my Service Dog for a number of years. I retired her officially at 8. She was ready to just be a pet, she didn’t want to deal with stores and people, and traffic, and crowds any more. Now she just has to patrol the yard… keeping everyone in line. She’s always been a momma dog. Keeping the unruly puppies in check. She’s what we call a gentle alpha, though the last year or so she’s kinda let the alpha part slip (allowing Thora to step in). She’s always been a bit of a princess too – unless she’s rolling in the dirt and mud. Good grief. I wonder how I ever kept her in show coat. Oh right! I used to brush her long locks every day. I enjoyed it too, she mostly just tolerated it. I think she was relieved when I finally relented and clipped her down. My funny little Havanese… my little Neezer.
Sweets. Well… Caesar. He hasn’t been with us that long. But like I’ve mentioned, we’re kinda suckers for an old dog. CZ came here for his “last hurrah” – to breed to a couple of girls. It didn’t take long for us to realize he wasn’t going anywhere, that at 11 he’d found his forever home. He’s very much the king of the castle here. The girls all pander to him (except Thora, who’s top dog, and she mostly lets him do his own thing) and the people all dote on him, heck even the cat – who avoids all the other dogs – will love him up. He’s one seriously spoiled old dood. And he really is the sweetest little old man Chi, which is why I’ve dubbed him Sweets (and yes, it’s a nod to Bones as well). We’re quite happy he chose us as his family.
So there we are. Three old dogs. One who joined our family when she was two, one at three months, and one at 11 – yet all are within a year of one another. I can’t imagine how our hearts will fare when they begin to say goodbye. I truly hope it’s a long, long ways away.
You can meet some of our dogs here: http://www.dogster.com/family/373333 But it’s a few years out of date. Guess it’s time to think about updating it (especially seeing how half our dog aren’t even there). 😉