|Sunning in the garden|
I used to blog about the dogs more than any other subject. I've got over 3,000 pictures of them in the computer. They used to have quite the following, too. They talked, and I transcribed. A group of us used to chat about them on Delphi, way back when. Anyone who knows me can tell you how much I loved my dogs. Jeremy, Cindy, Theresa, Ben, Paul, Michael, Kathy, Cheryl, Steve, and everyone in the apartment building where I used to live in Idaho. Hell, I even had to fight City Hall one time in order to keep them, since one was allowed only 2 dogs when within city limits.
I loved to watch them together. They were so close and so in tune with each other. I have a series of pictures I've been wanting share, but couldn't until I get this post done, cause I knew I'd get asked how were the dogs doing. And I dreaded answering that question.
|Her favorite position - looking down at Jeffrey|
I loved her so much.
Jeffry was more burly, muscle-y, barrel chested. He was so much more earnest and honest then Muttin, and had the sweetest look of concern on his face most of the time. I used to worry that he could have had an ulcer over all the shennigans his sister got into, and dragged him along. He loved to play under the covers, and he snorted. He once tried to make friends with a spider on the wall, and was heart-broken when Muttin callously ate it. He wanted to be a nurse when he grew up.
I loved him so much.
I think the thing that touched me the most about them was their trust in the world. Trust was a hard concept for me, but I could see it in my dogs, and perhaps learned from them. They had never known a harsh hand.
In my high school years, I had a dog, named Tobie, who had been abused. It took ALOT of time before she trusted me. She would cringe if a hand came too close to her, or when voices got raised.
Muttin? She'd get right in the middle of it, and participate, adding her 2 cents by slapping, barking, or just wagging her tail happily.
Hiney is probably on the bed, but next to me where he can't be seen. Everyone got along. I'd wake up in my SINGLE sized hospital bed to a sea of animals sleeping with me. I never had a problem sleeping alone because of them. They liked my music, and cuddled up when I read. One of them taught me the value of all creatures, great and small - even spiders. The other one reminds me of myself - eating spiders.
They lived in a completely happy and safe little world and shared their exuberance for life in such a joyful (and sometimes irritating! way) Even tho they suspected Jeremy was out to murder them, they loved him too, much to his great irritation. He had developed an unnatural aversion to dog hair once he hit his teens - so bizarre!
They were so uncomplicated, yet brilliant. So interesting to watch. They were as different as night and day, two completely individual personalities. Muttin scoffed at the mere idea of training. She'd sit next to me while I worked with Jeffrey, and call him names, while refusing to to learn anything from me. I'm tellin you - those first two years were hell. I'm surprised that Jeffrey didn't suffer from low self-esteem because of her taunts.
One time, Jeremy had brought home a huge bunch of fresh flowers from Seattle. I put them in a vase next to my bed, and they smelled delicious. That night, I woke up to Jeffrey growling low in his body, and he would not stop. It scared me, as he rarely did that, and history had proven when he did growl, I was to pay attention because something was wrong.
Finally, I got up and turned on the lights, hoping the axe murderer wasn't looking in the window. Jeffrey was growling at the flowers. I had to take them out to the kitchen, but he lay awake for a long time, vigilant about making sure they didn't walk back in the door. They could have been attack flowers for all he knew, and he was the protector.
|Guess who invited herself in?|
Oh my. Wonder Dog herself watched us with GREAT interest, and as I looked at her, I lost all hope of ever containing her. She was casing the joint, and even giggled when she saw me looking at her. When I looked over at Jeffrey, he sure hoped our efforts were going to work this time, cause he was tired of being home alone all day while his sister cavorted around the neighborhood. He was able to watch her from our large bay windows in the front of the house. It was hard to be the protector, if those you are protecting are flaunting their freedom by standing in the middle of the street and you can't get to them!
Finally, one fine day, both Jeremy and I witnessed how she got out. She was jumping straight up 8 feet over the 8 foot high plywood, scrabbling with her feet up the last few inches, and OVER she went, into the neighbor's yard. While I contemplated on how to fix the problem, Jeremy ran to the computer to look up How to Train Frisbee Dogs, and Win Frisbee Championships. We were going to be rich!
|Bitching about Muttin behind her back|
And so, now you know. I loved those puppies. So the question becomes ... if I loved them so much, why did I have them put down?
And then came Annie.
This comment from Anonymous is exactly why I've had such a hard time talking about my dogs. If you've read my blog for years, don't I know you? I will be happy to answer in the next post coming up - cause there is a Part Three, and your comment is a perfect segway! Thanks for reading, and no snark accepted. :-)
I didn't realize you'd had them put to sleep. I have followed your blog for years and the sagas of Muttin and Jeff. For some reason, I was under the impression you rehomed them. What was the reason you gave for having them put down? Can one just arbitrarily have their pets put down for convenience? Just curious, no snark intended. "
To be continued