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Leave a bone for Annie B. Goode (In Memory)
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Annie, Annie B., Bee, Beaner, Beanie, Bee-Butt.
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Annie loved her family -- especially her dog and cat brothers, sisters and cousins. The thing she liked most to do was dig holes.
She dreaded being clipped and having her nails trimmed. She was frightened by loud noises like car backfires, thunder, fireworks and gun-fire, and wasn't fond of loud, overly friendly strangers, though she never offered to bite.
Annie liked tennis balls, but would not retrieve them. Basically, she was a tease.
She wasn't a "chow hound." She ate whatever we gave her and seemed happy no matter what it was; but she did have a soft spot for leftover people food -- even brussel sprouts and spinach.
She liked to walk in the woods behind our house. Nose to the ground, she would sniff out rabbit burrows, etc., and then dig around the entrances. She never dug to the point of catching anything, though.
Annie loved to jump and dance on her hind legs.
I met Annie at the pet store where I worked and she was for sale. She was 12 weeks old and although I had never met an Airedale before, I was sure that, young as she was, she was much too big for her cage. After a few weeks, I bought her and then quit working at a place that would keep a growing puppy in such a small space. I never regretted it.
Like most terriers, Annie was a great watchdog; nothing escaped her wary eyes and ears. More importantly, though, she was a sweet and loving companion to my husband and me, and to our other pets, who she treated as her babies. Though she was spayed and never had puppies, she was a great mom.
We always let Annie's coat go shaggy in winter, to protect her from the weather here in CT. By March or so, her fur was so long and thick that she sort of resembled an Otterhound -- that beautiful, rare dog which is one of the Airedale's recent ancestors. Then, come April, it was time to get out the clipper; an object that Annie hated with a passion.
At age 12, Annie lost a front leg to cancer but, true to her terrier heritage, she was courageous, and over the next three years she demonstrated what fine stuff she was made of. It was amazing to see how quickly and cheerfully she made her three remaining legs do the work of four. She was an inspiration to all who knew her. But by May of 2000, when she turned 15, we realized that she was too tired to go on, though we knew she would have tried, had we asked it of her. Annie had lived a long, happy -- even heroic -- life, but it had become too much for her. And so, with the help of our wonderful vet, we loosed her from the bonds of earth.
Now, like all beloved pets who have passed on, Annie is at Rainbow Bridge, where her youth and her leg have been restored. She spends her time happily mothering all our other departed furkids, and patiently waiting for the day that she is reunited with us.
***Annie's homepage is: http://hometown.aol.com/figarocatf ish/myhomepage/annie01.htm
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