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The pup I cared for yesterday, and my husband, display similar qualities and differences. First I must say that several hours with the pup sent me to nap from dinner-time until 1:00 in the morning! I laid down for a few minutes, my husband came in and placed a blanket over me and I crashed for hours.

He also is perfecting spaghetti with meat sauce. Yes, this from a guy who can’t make a grilled cheese sandwich. It’s pasta from a box, good sauce from a jar and lately summer sausage, He is called the Human Tornado because of the mess he makes everywhere he goes. But after puppy terror he learned to do the dishes, wipe up, and even run the dishwasher, first time in 14 years! Thanks, pup!

I do have great hopes for Mr. H, the pup. He has potential to be a fantastic dog if his folks take a firm hand and turn his headstrong nature to learning and being useful. One year our old Zoe was barking at a female parking attendant below our loft. We got her a backpack and my husband had it tailored for her unique frame. Then we loaded it with 8 oz. water bottles and walked out to the parking lot attendant and gave her a bottle of water. Three days in a row. Zoe never barked at her again. She is a herder. We gave her a job.

Learning from errors. Hard-headedness has its place, so does the ability to learn new ways and learn from mistakes. He ruined my new sweater. Can I take these teeny bandages off the needle-teeth marks now? H is going to be nearly twice the size of Zoe, who is now her “great Aunt,” and needs a firm hand (leash control and responding to NO) and training so he doesn’t pull his owners around the block when he’s 50 lbs.

That’s all from Camp Dee, Canine Station 101. Dee

ps Thanks to the miracle workers at Nature’s Miracle. No, they don’t give me anything but are wonderful for occasional pet clean-ups. I only use it on the bed for Zoe every couple of years when she eats something icky from the sidewalk, but five pees in four hours was amazing as H kept looking at where he’d gone before and couldn’t smell it. Perhaps he was just marking territory and I kept erasing it……



Now it’s quadruplets! Two new pups are here on site, along with the Silken Windhound just visiting and I’m sure the other neighbors who don’t really like dogs will enjoy us hanging out in the hall. Not.

Even if Great great grandma Zoe (80 in people years) is out there to snoopervise. Our young newlywed neighbors finally came outside, with a pup they got yesterday. Another neighbor got the same breed the other day so they’ll play together once they’ve had all their shots, for sure.

I bet on them as I heard a dog barking the other day, no money but I was correct in that they’ve a new pup. Let’s see, dog, baby, house in the suburbs, never to be heard from again. That’s the future. I don’t know what you’d call us. Most would say empty nesters but my husband would say I’m a nester. We have a dog.

While they’re here they may let Great great aunt Zoe and Miss L join in the play. I love new life, new love. And when newlyweds take on a long-term responsibility other than their lives together, I consider that a good sign for their future. To dognaciousness once again, Dee

Happy. Woof!

Here, they do the big 1-hour fireworks on July 3rd then all the smaller towns have theirs on the 4th. I took out the dog for “last chance” before the fireworks began. My husband walked out to see the event and I stayed home with the dog.

Our neighbor was heading the newscast. What worked for us is that I kept the pops on TV low but loud enough to drown out the “thunder” outside. We could not see, but could hear the blasts. It helped that private planes were circling outside making more noise. All dog Zoe did was stay away from the windows.

Before we came home I ran into a neighbor who is getting a pup from the same place he got his beloved Jake. His sister and I helped Jake during his final months. He was Zoe’s age and got bone cancer. His ashes are on display and I asked for a photo of the pup and can’t wait to meet him or her. Getting a puppy is such a big thing. Bigger than July 3.

Happy 4th! Dee


Don’t get me wrong, I love babies, too, but no-one my age is having them anymore.

Yesterday I met Piper, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, and Daisy, a Cocker Spaniel. Piper is nine weeks old, a whole week older than Daisy so they’ll probably be in different grades at school. Just kidding.

Our Zoe turned ten years old in January. We’ve had her since she was five weeks old. She’s very healthy and spry despite having no hips. Several of her older buddies are not doing so well.

Their time is not our time. If your child is given a giant breed dog at age ten, chances are it will be gone by the time she goes off to college. We don’t have children, that’s something we missed out on involuntarily. I do worry about getting a child a long-term commitment in terms of a pet. It’s a lot of work and joy and sadness in losing them in the end after deciding when their quality of life begins to slip away.

Puppies represent the cycle of life. I’m already looking into a pup five years from now when our Zoe is gone. She will never be replaced, nor will her predecessor Chani. Or my two cats, now gone. Puppies are darned cute, too.

I had great luck with my first dog Chani, at the shelter for a year and a threat to children and men. She spent her first year being abused by a deputy sheriff so was terrified of men in hats or any kind of uniform. When she was two, I broke her of her fear of being kicked in less than a month, and when she died at age 12, the day before she passed she carried a huge teddy bear and said farewell to everyone at the park, men, women and children.

All the neighbors got together and donated a tree to the city in her memory. For years I’ve only been able to see it on GoogleEarth but it’s growing and so are her young friends Jesse and James who’ve probably graduated from college by now.

Zoe was the first dog I’ve ever had as a pup. I wanted to try to create a “normal” dog for a change. Of course we paid $75 for her at the shelter, more on all her stuff, and even more to have her hips taken out at six and nine months of age because of severe dysplasia. She learned stairs, getting on sofa and bed and then couldn’t do any of those activities.

She is a sweet herder, obstinate and needy, smart and she must have gotten herself a hearing aid she can turn off when she doesn’t want to listen or perform a command like Come When Called Leave That Squirrel Alone. After 20 years working with animals she is the happiest critter I’ve ever met and we love her. Even though I have to lift  or “Otis” her to the bed every night.

Puppies. I may have one more in me, to raise. I’ve only gotten my four pets (total, over many years) from shelters but may look into Bernese Mountain Dogs (docile with lots of fur) or Portuguese Water Dogs (no shedding therefore no husband allergies). It would all depend upon when, and where we are living. I’ll let you know. If you’ve strange or silly stories please share….. Dee


is 11 weeks old, a Water Spaniel. Cute as a button. Our nine year-old dog was very cool with him, sniffed and then spent the rest of her time sniffing grass and peeing to make her mark.

I’ve told my husband for years that after adopting a dog who was severely abused and rehabilitating her, then getting a six week old dog from a shelter only to have her hips removed and rehabilitate her, I was done with this.

Then I met Charlie this morning and all of that went out the window. While I hate to think of my next dog when the current one is a herder and under my feet at all times, I was thinking of a Portuguese Water Dog that doesn’t shed and who I won’t have to bathe every week for my husband’s allergies.

Randy (Charlie’s owner) says they’re starting Obedience this week, and Charlie’s only 11 weeks old and has those needle teeth…. Good luck!

For me, I told my husband that when our Zoe goes in peace, I am still young enough and ready to train one more pup who will take us into retirement years. Thank you, Randy and Charlie, for that epiphany.

We wish you well with your dog and in your training. Cheers! Dee

New Pups and Traveling

No, we don’t have a new one. When we drove out here to the mountains over 2.5 years ago we left everything we owned in storage. We drove two cars 1,600 miles with our dog, laptops, clothes, some kitchen stuff then we each got something special to bring.

I brought the food processor and Jim brought his PSIII. We left our heirloom quilts with his mother for safekeeping.

When we got here we knew Zoe was familiar with a crate so wanted to make her feel at home and make sure she didn’t get into anything while we were out so we got her a wire crate and another bed. We also fitted out my SUV with a cargo screen and 4″ orthopedic bed that would fit a Great Dane (she’s 35 lbs).

We have another wire crate, one with a divider in it that we got when we adopted her at six weeks of age. But you’ll love this, she has a super-sized airline crate she flew in when we were sent to another city for Jim’s work several years ago. It has warning and hazard signs saying “LIVE CARGO” et al.  Plus Jim velcro’d on a waterproof plastic pouch to hold her papers for travel, health, instructions et al.

He even installed a battery-powered fan! So, while we don’t have use of either of those because they’re in storage way longer than we wanted them to be, our new wire crate is being used in the neighborhood.  Earlier this year Parley used it for a few months. As of this week, new pup Harley has it until he’s house-trained.

Yes, I know.  Any pups named Farley, Marley or Charlie will not be allowed into the neighborhood because it’ll get confusing. I just thought you might like the story of Jim’s out-of-this-world airline crate.  Wish I could take a photo for you. Cheers, Dee