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Life journey of a dog

Life->Death->Life watch

This is how Nature works.

Animals have no opinion on Death. My dogs may be curious about the flattened squirrel out on the street not far from our house, initially at least until it gets too funky for even them. They may be hell-bent to snag those aggravatingly tempting chipmunks, going so far as to demolish the yard in the attempt (a recent discovery: to discourage digging holes in your yard, sprinkle the spot with dog poop. If it worked for my dogs, it will work for anyone’s), but when the little critter is finally nabbed and dies of shock, the dogs quickly lose interest, leaving it in the driveway for me to find later in the day.

That reminds me of the time one of my dogs carried a seemingly dead opossum to the back door while we were watching TV. He was so proud of the feat (to be honest it was the one and only time we’ve seen an opossum on our property). But he then faced a dilemma. He had to walk over the seemingly dead opossum to come into the house, and he was curiously¬† loath to do so, walking around it instead. The sliding door being right next to us, we had a perfect close-up view of it arising from its dead, first twitching, then looking around carefully, then slowly getting his composure back, then scurrying off.

We tried to point out the on-going transformation to the dogs, but they were totally uninterested.

That chipmunk should have taken a lesson from the opossum. Play dead, and those fool dogs would have dropped you like a hot potato. As it is, it is now resting in the doggie waste trash can. RIP until trash pick up day.


June 12, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment


I was looking through some old photos of my dogs this morning, and came across some of my first dog, Cinammon.

She was 16.5 years old when passed away, a smallish dog (got the wicket called on her once in the show ring), lacking in substance and on the light-colored side for vizslas, but the angulation was decent. Emboldened with novice naivete, I learned the art of conformation showing and started entering her in local shows. Amazingly, at her 2nd AKC show, she won a 3-point major from the Novice class. I remember overhearing comments behind my back of incredulity that my dog won. I was ecstatic, and chalked up the win to my “natural talent”. It had to be that; she wasn’t that great looking.

But even a blind squirrel finds an acorn once in a while, and we had found ours early. Eight shows later, we had only 2 more points at one other show (a different judge, at least), so I decided the run (and joke) was over. She was spayed, and a few years later I took up AKC obedience training, and she got her Companion Dog title with some decent scores.

The photos that I had looked at this morning show her in amazingly decrepit condition, at the end of her life. She had fatty tumors all over her (benign, and not a nuisance), had lost a lot of muscle (from what little she had). At 10 years she lost an eye to glaucoma.

One time she wandered into a neighbor’s yard and they were so appalled at her appearance they asked what was wrong with her. They thought she was seriously ill.

I used to tell people at the end she looked like a cruel experiment on longevity; how long do you let a dog live, as long as they are not uncomfortable?

Cinammon passed away long before Daisy and her littermates were born.

Cinammon's 3-point major

Cinammon's 3-point major. I was pregnant with 3rd son John at the time.

Old dog Cinammon

Old dog Cinammon, eye-less side

April 8, 2009 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment