Monday, October 5, 2015

When Love Means Letting Go

Hey everyone, Anna's mom here. I know we haven't been on here much lately (blame me, not Anna, she's perfect and all) but I came on to let so many of our blogger friends some bad news.

Last night, we had to let Anna's big brother Duncan go over the bridge.

 Many of you know Duncan through Anna's posts (he wasn't into all this new fangled technology so no blog for him) and the many adventures they have had together. He's been a part of the family before Anna arrived. In fact, he's been part of our lives for so long, he's seen Anna's Dad and I date, get engaged, be married and have a kid. He has been there at every stage of our lives--we were blessed to have him for 17 of his almost 18 years.

Duncan was a $45 present to Anna's dad for Valentine's day when we were in college. He made such an impression on the staff at the shelter, that they kept him for almost a year. Then we walked in and there he was. I'd even scoped out the dogs the day before and I just loved him. Anna's dad wasn't so sure, but after tear-filled conversation at Waffle House, we went back and got him.

It was quickly apparent that he had been abused, by a man. He mistrusted men (except for my husband) and would cower if you even raised your voice. He would escape the yard, but always return, usually with a sole shoe, never with a matching pair. (I apologize to anyone in Sylvian Springs who only has a closet full of single shoes). He chased horses, swam after ducks--he was living life.

Through his time he was there when my first Dalmatian, Jasmine, passed. Was there when we brought home our Dal Maggie--then the kitties Simon and Alley. He was there when Maggie died unexpectedly from a stroke or embolism. It was because of him we got Anna--we had to find something to help him out, he was depressed alone.

At first Anna drove him nuts, but they became peas in a pod, whether he liked it or not. He's had the sand between his toes at the beach. He's climbed and viewed off mountains. He's been swimming in the ocean, lakes and streams. He's eaten god knows how much food and enjoyed every bite, although he probably never actually tasted it as it was inhaled. He visited the elderly in nursing and assisted living homes as a therapy dog. He could be petted for hours and although he never learned any tricks, other than a half butt sit and shake, he always brought smiles to faces.

We never knew what he actually was. Some sort of shepherd-collie mix is the closest we ever figured. It was always interesting to hear people tell us what they thought he was--he was even called a wolf on several occasions.

Most days, he just liked laying in the sun, rolling in the grass and chilling out. The only thing he got excited about was feeding time--which he would promptly remind you of--even in these last few months, you never forgot it was time to eat. He'd still try to play with Anna--much slower and mainly just barking at her as she ran around him. What I loved about him, is he didn't know he was old--the world just went quiet and things moved slower, but inside he was still vibrant, full hearted Duncan.

He was doing pretty good yesterday, the normal. But that night we knew something was wrong. he wouldn't eat and, as any pet parent knows, you just knew. We called our vet, explained and met them at the clinic within the hour. In that time he went downhill a bit more. His systems were slowing down--nothing was wrong other than time had finally caught up. We made the decision to let him go peacefully. I stayed with him as he drifted away, the end of an era in our lives.

Anna knows something is up--she's a little clingy and a little mopey. The boy has no idea yet. I'm telling him today after work. He knew something was wrong last night, wanting to "help" with Duncan and wanting to make him feel better. I let him give him a hug and kiss before he went to bed. He didn't ask about him this morning, but today I'll have to explain to a 3-year-old that his dog is gone, and it's killing me.

Thank you all for being a part of our family--even virtually. I'll try to be a good parent and let Anna get back on here more!

Monday, April 27, 2015

Digging Tracks

One our afternoon walk we decided to check out the construction site near our house. Apparently the do be building some new people homes so we snooped went to check out their progress.

The boy, he do love him some construction stuffs.

I was all, "Whatever, I can dig much better than these things!!"

While the boy did be checking out the big trucks and stuff, I did do some sniffing. I sniffed all kinds of stuff. Other doggy tracks, even some raccoon tracks. Then I did find something that got my sniffer all working overdrive...

Mom said those do be deer tracks!!! What!?!? I had no idea we had deers right in our neighborhood! Maybe the deers do be moving in one of these new homes?

Thursday, April 23, 2015

A Monster Outside

It was a dark night...we was all chilling out when mom heard a noise outside the door...


Mom crept closer...ROOOOOOARRRRRRR!!!!

As she peered out into the darkness, there it was...the source of the loud roaring...

She opened the door, and what do it be?

Duncan. Snoring old Duncan! He wasn't too happy about being woken from his roaring-snoring slumber, but he was so loud we could hear him through the door and over the TV!!!

Maybe he needs one of them CPAP things??? BOL!

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A Hairy Review

Oh, glorious day! The UPS man, who I normally bark at, brought our monthly item to review! I was all excited! What do it be? Fishy noms? A bone? I knew it would be something yummy for me since I had the talk with mom about no more kitty-themed stuffs. I was soooo excited! I couldn't wait to see  and eat it...

Hmm...this doesn't smell like a treat....


For SOME reason mom decided to try out the Furminator Dual Brush thingy. Once I realized it do be a brush, I hightailed my fluffy butt right out of there. I sat far away and gived mom the stink eye. Now, for some reason, Duncan do love to be brushed, so mom got him to try this thing out.

The brush do have two sides, one is with the small needly things and the other more normal brush bristles. The brush bristles were more of a pain than anything, since the Duncan fur did stick to it in no time and was a pain to get out. So then we did try the needly side.

The evidence is above. The bottom floofy pile is from the new Furminator brush. The top floofy pile is from our old Furminator rake thing. Even after using the New brush, the old one was better at getting more of Duncan's furs quicker. Which is good, because for some reason mom doesn't want to spend hours brushing a dog.

Maybe the brush is better for dogs with longer hair? Mom did get it on me for a few swipes and didn't get too much. I think the needles do be too far apart for maximum Duncan de-floofing. It works, just takes more time.

Overall, we do only have to give this 2 our of 4 paws. I think it do just depend on fur types,  but the birds did appreciate it. They do have some warm birdie nests for sure now!

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Put Me in Coach!

Ah Spring! One of my favorite times of year. The days are a little bit longer, warmer and we're able to go for evening walks. It has become one of Bald Puppy's fave activities, and I have to agree! We walk through the 'hood up to the schools where I can run free. There are green fields and small practice baseball fields for us to play on.

Mom said thank god all the mud had dried. BOOOO!

Do you think this would work as a bat?

Another favorite part of spring is that little peoples do use these practice fields, and guess what they tend to leave behind???

Forgetfulness is awesome!!!!
Yep, they tend to leave practice balls!! Which means....

Time to work on your fast ball mom!
It's time to play a good game of fetch the ball!!!!!

That do be me running at super dooper Shepherd Light Speed!
It was a good exercise day! Time to take this bad boy back home to add to my collekshion!

Whew...I might need some more spring practices!!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Unless it's a Bully Stick Tree, I'm not Impressed

I walked out this last week to see the BP playing in the yard, but then I also saw that mom had some shovels, and she was moving dirt from the yard into MY pit!!

Umm...what the crap mom?!?!?!

Apparently, mom has decided to start a garden, which I find quite funny, since she can't grow pretty flowers. I inspected the area for these new "gardens" or as I call them, dirt piles of plant death.

I mean, seriously mom, what are you thinking?? Vegetables? And filling in my pit!?!? Pfft.

No need for words here....

So I just plopped down my pretty fluffy but and told her what I think of this....

Mom said these raised beds (dirt piles of death) will grow tomatoes, basil, squash, okra, strawberries and lettuce. I think she should just save her time and money and buy me some more bully sticks, but I'm humoring her. She did use a saw and all, so that's a little impressive...but not much. Let's see how this adventure goes!

Monday, March 23, 2015

Where Am I?

Can you find me?

Hmm...where could I be?

Mom was at a loss...she was putting up laundry and heard maniacal, toddler laughter and came in and couldn't find me...

I'll give you one guess on how I got put into a hidey spot...

At least I was warm! :)