Thursday, August 27, 2015

Local School Mascot, Bubba, Gets His Own Student I.D. Card

Have you heard of Bubba the San Jose, California, neighborhood cat whose owner (Amber Marienthal) let him roam around near Leland High School and Bret Harte Middle School so much that the students adopted him and then 

granted him with a high school student, I.D. card? 

Well, now that you know you can become his virtual friend by reading about all of his school adventures on his Facebook page

The description of his Facebook page is "This page is dedicated to informing Bubba's many admirers of his fascinating activities and legendary lifestyle." 

So far he has 37,620 likes on his page and I'm one of his fans! Are you? 

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Daisy and Henry's Sundae Surprise!

Last night Daisy and I walked to the ice cream stand in town and were delighted to meet a blind beagle named Henry! Look at that adorable smile! What a cutie!

To celebrate the fact that Henry met a new and taller version of himself Henry's mom bought a doggy sundae for the two of them to share but in separate bowls, of course! 

Henry had to have his eyes removed two months ago due to a series of horrible fungal infections and his mom said that he has adjusted very well ever since! 

I suggested that he become a therapy dog at a program called Tales for Tails which gives young children the chance to read to dogs.

Daisy is going to become a certified therapy dog next month and is going to sign up for this program which takes place at Durham Public Library and hopefully the two will meet there soon!

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Daisy, Iggy, Lemmy, and Arty are Hot Tickets!

Ever since Daisy first met Iggy,

Lemmy (in the background), and Arty last July she has been quite the hot ticket because whenever she doesn't show up to walk with them her "boyfriends" are noticeably disappointed so when I found this toy on the floor I thought it fit their relationship perfectly!

If you ask me, though, these boys are also hot tickets! Believe me, it is very difficult to say no to these sweet faces!

Friday, August 21, 2015

When I Am Old

A friend of mine shared this lovely poem with me a few days ago and I am sure you will appreciate it is as much as I did!

When I am old...
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair...
and I will spend my social security checks on my dogs.

I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dogs breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow...

When people come to call, I will smile and nod
as I show them my dogs...
and talk of them and about them...
...the ones so beloved of the past
and the ones so beloved of today...

I will still work hard cleaning after them,
mopping and feeding them and whispering their names
in a soft loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat,
like a jewel, and I will be an embarrassment to all...
especially my family...
who have not yet found the peace in being free
to have dogs as your best friends...

These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...
and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep,
to greet you as if you are a God,
with warm eyes full of adoring love and hope
that you will always stay,

I'll hug their big strong necks...
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...
and whisper in their very special company....

I look in the mirror... and see I am getting old....
this is the kind of person I am...
and have always been.

Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
they love my presence in their lives...

When I am old this will be important to me...
you will understand when you are old,
if you have dogs to love too.

-Author Unknown

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Rest in Peace, Fenway! You Will Be Forever Missed!

It is with great sadness that I learned that my dear pug friend, Fenway, whom I met and fell in love with in 2007 passed away on the afternoon of August 17th after enduring three weeks of seizures and complications that followed. She was on anti-convulsion medication that heavily sedated her but somehow she found the strength to make the decision to cross Rainbow Bridge on her own so that her mom, Margaret, wouldn't have to make an appointment with the vet. 

Fenway trotted outdoors to do her "business" and was looking bright-eyed and soon afterwards she had a major seizure and passed away a half hour later. Yes, her last three weeks on this earth weren't exactly quality days but it certainly didn't make the pain of watching her decline any better. Yes, it is comforting to know that she is no longer suffering but it breaks my heart that a cure couldn't be found in time.

I walked Fenway and her brother, Ace, three to four times a week for three years when I ran my business out of my Manchester home and it was impossible not to smile with them because they were hysterical, adorable, and sweet. I'd never spent time with pugs before this and because of their silly antics, snorting, and amusing facial expressions I fell in love immediately.

I gave her and her brother the royal treatment and that meant that they got to stay with me and Daisy during vacations and, no lie, I was always depressed on the day I had to drop them off! 

Fenway was a natural at modeling clothing for a major magazine and before that 

she posed with great patience while I snapped pics of her wearing a tutu I bought at the dollar bin at Target. I think you will agree that she was an adorable little ballerina!

She loved car rides especially when she sensed we were going to the park or to an ice cream stand, walking, jogging, and as as many treats as she could "talk" me into giving her.

Because I was so infatuated with these sweet dogs I wrote several blog posts (and snapped so many pictures that I've lost count) about them and the last one was in 2010 to announce that their walks were ending due to the economy but we kept in touch ever since. However, I deeply regret that life got in the way and I did not see her again! I don't think I will ever get over the pain of letting time slip away like that! I just hope Fenway forgives me for that.

Her mom, Margaret, reads these posts from time to time and she told me she is at a real loss and who can blame her? Please leave a message for her here if you have the time.

Rest in peace, Fenway! There will never be another dog quite like you!