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Ah...freedom, but only if Mom is close.

May 15th 2005 6:20 pm
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Mom's been fairly preoccupied of late planning for the largest fundraiser of the year at the APS of Durham and in such, well, we've been slightly neglected. Our walks have been shortened and Mom is often falling asleep before I even bring back her thrown booda-toy.
So, today was Grandmas birthday and we had to make an appearance. Both Hud and I were so excited & we filled the car with so much energy that we basically transported us through the 2 hour journey.
Once there I couldn't get enough. My cousins Cheif & Exavier were there and we went looting through the woods. Chief cornered something up a tree and Exavier ate something out of the ground and I was just so happy that, as Mom said, it looked like my brain had left my head and all that was left was smiles. Mom's neice Sophie was there and she walks alot faster now than the last time I saw her, but she still is messy and I licked her face, head and hands more than a time or two to taste..I mean clean her up.
Grandma & Grandpa and Aunt Keely all fed me from the table as is their usual. We played with Sophie as she had her first dip in her brand new purple kiddie pool. We followed Grandpa dutifully around 'the back forty' as he harvested greens for Mom.
I tried to tell her, but she wasn't listening when I told Mom that it was time to go. I got into Aunt Keelys car when she was leaving, I jumped into Uncle Tims truck; basically threw myself dead onto Moms feet....and that's where I sleep now grateful for a great day.


Not enough..

April 21st 2005 6:57 pm
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Mom has been very sad these last two days.
Along with the other work she does, Mom facilitates the Foster Program at the APS of Durham. She's responsible for placing temperamentally sound dogs into temporary Foster homes as Forever Homes are identified.
Mom placed Faye _small.JPG into a loving home where everyone assumed she would blossom. It became clear early on that Faye suffered from seperation anxiety and given that, would be a difficult dog to place.
Faye endeared Mom so much for many different reasons. She was a pro at 'the lean.' Dogs that give you their entire body weight to carry as they fold themselves into you. She was playful yet insistant in other dogs enjoying her company. If she saw you from a distance, she would vocalize her delight. Despite the most covetted of stinky food treats, Faye wanted, desired and enjoyed nothing more than having her people touch her.
Faye got euthanized today because there are too many dogs that didnt have her issues. She died because her perfect family never came.
Mom is haunted in her dreams and in everything she does everyday for dogs like Faye.....full to the brim with love but nowhere to belong. Faye would have been everything to a very fortunate soul; instead she is black smoke piped out of the incinerator over completely clueless beings knowing nothing of the incredible life we've lost.
Mom misses you Faye. She is so sorry for failing you.


Mom Smells

April 5th 2005 4:04 pm
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Everyday for over a year now Mom comes home smellin'. Unlike Hud who hangs out on the couch in the living room, I greet Mom at the door everyday when she gets home from wherever it is she goes. Sometimes Mom stands in the threshold and allows me to sniff her legs, arms, chest, shoes, etc. Sometimes she walks right in forcing me to walk on my hind legs backwards sniffin away as she enters the kitchen. I will jump on her, but only gently as my 70 pound frame has and can knock Mom down, so I am always careful.
Mom brings home smells of hundreds of dogs everyday. She has said she works for the Animal Protection Society of Durham ( but almost everyday as she enters I think she has been out at the dog park or the like; giving other dogs what she generally gives us. Hud and I follow her into her room as she takes off her smelly clothes and everything returns to normal the minute they hit the hamper.
Mom says she works hard to save dog's lives, just like she saved us years ago. Sometimes she comes home very happy after one or more of her favorite dogs have been adopted, sometimes though she is sad as she says she cannot save them all.
Over Four(4) MILLION dogs, cats, puppies and kittens are euthanized every year in this country because there are just not enough homes for them all. Please ask your Mom and/or Dad to have you spayed or neutered! If you don't know what that is go to Believe me, it's nothing! I didn't feel a thing AND they gave me good drugs. Plus I know now that my risk of developing ovarian cancer and other diseases has drastically been reduced. I don't get cranky and bleed every month like Mom does and I am a happier, more settled dog because of it.
Also, if your Mom and Dad are looking to get another pet, please tell them to go to their local Shelter. There will be a wonderful dog or cat waiting there for them to save their life; and believe me they will be forever grateful that you did. I'm happy my Mom saved me. She says that people pass by big black dogs every day and she has seen way too many die before someone saved them. Don't let your parents buy a dog/cat from a breeder or pet store. Until we as a nation can take care of our own unwanted, abandoned, abused and neglected pets, it is irresponsible to buy into an industry that is only contributing to the problem humans have created.
Whoa, that got heavy! I think I'll put my soapbox away now and go lie on the couch and massage my snout. Thanks for listening though!


What's in a name?

April 2nd 2005 7:45 pm
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Mom says that my name means Night in Hebrew. I didn't even know we were Jewish. My brother Hud has told me stories about the first dog Mom had. Her name was Luna; Spanish for moon. I guess Mom likes to think she's multi-cultural or something. Anyway, Luna was lost quite tragically and although I am no replacement, my name pays homage to her along with Mom's love of the night. As far as I am concerned the night is scary. I can't see and there are all of these strange noises. My take is that Mom jinxed me in naming me Lyla. Night is for sleeping curled up in the crook of my Mom's legs; not for walking outside in all of it's scariness.

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