Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Kemah
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April 21st 2001
Pizza from the firemen, lamb jerky, chasing squirrels
She didnt really play with toys, she wanted pets all the time
She had to eat RX kidney food from the vet after she ate a poisened mouse in the winter of 2008.
She liked to go inthe feild where she could runa nd roam off leash. She was a good off leash dog though but preferrred to be where she could hunt around.
I would not say the best...but she ambushed and ate *five squirrels* because I put a bucket of nuts on the porch and didnt know what a good hunter she was until I saw fur:(
I had written the breeder in June 2008 asking if she had a very loving and huggable dalmatian. the breeder, Liz (Thidwick.com) determined as I worked during the day, that an adult dog would be best for my living situation. Kemah was the most loving dalmation she ever had, and spayed when removing a very small tumor from her breast that was pre-cancerous. She gave her to me for a "Signal dog" and trained her before she was brought to me by another handler. She taveled from from southern Illinois to central Texas in August and waited for me at Five Alarm Dalmations with Luanne in Lewisville, Texas.
All of Thidwicks dogs have BAER (hearing tests) hips and eyes checked out and she was good but was not a show dog. She was well socialized as she grew up in the breeding pack, but being so loving was taking in for a pet by Liz. She was a heartfelt gift and I promised to give her back if it ever didnt work out. Kemah took to me right away and became my virtual shadow and huggie pillow.
Firehouse Mascot and Parade Star!
Kemah rode high up on the fire truck on Santa's "float" of the Christmas parade. She walked for miles of pets in other small town patriotic parades. She was a token mascot and did not live at the fire house as it was volunteer anyway. Kemah had such a good temperament that she would let crowds pet her. She loved to be petted and would come up to everyone she saw and wag her tail when she was out with me. She used to walk all around town with me and everyone knew her. Children are especially attracted to Dalmatians and it is important they are well trained and have a good socialization as puppies so that they make loving adults. Kemah was also very good with other people's pets but had a hunting instinct for rodents and birds. She was very fast and could catch them and would eat them if not supervised. She never ran away to hunt, but would do so if the opportunity was before her. She didn't chase cats. Kemah was the sweetest Dalmatian and many remarks were made to that effect. If surprised by a threatening stranger she would "posture" and bark (like a guard dog). When she was told it was "ok", she would be quiet and cautious by my side.
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January 10th 2013 3:10 pm
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So we took "Hoagy" to the vet yesterday to have her eyes checked and get weighed and get her nails trimmed. She was so cute, and so good for the vet. He put yellow drops in her eyes and looked at them in a special light. He and I are giggling about punk rock doggie in all the florescence of the yellow on her furr around them spilt. He daintily restores her to her former self and she wags her tail with gratitude. He tells me that his sister just retired as a firefighter in Dallas and he comes from a family of firefighters (but has never met a dalmation as sweet as Kemah). Serge is just standing there is awe of this "doggie baby" scene between the vet, me and the dog...I think he felt left out of the loop. (He usually doesn't go but had to drive.)
The nurse takes Kemah back to get a blood sample to check her for diabetes and check her liver. She comes back in and just lunges on my lap, both paws up, "Time to go Mom", she says with a big lick
In any case, we take Kemah home, go to the grocery store and come back. I am unpacking and find these two huge soup bones Serge snuck from the meat counter, while I was doing other shopping.
" Oh, that is for Kemah"
Kemah, looks at me ears up cocking her head questioningly.
"They are so big, she could never eat them. I will put them in a crock pot to soften the marrow in the middle."
I pull out the crock pot and put the two beef leg bones in there and some water. Kemah runs around the kitchen island real quick, twice happily wags her tail and then, lays pretty on the nearby back door rug. (Feet out front together pretty; polite Dalmation style.)
Hours later it's dinner time. I take out one of the bones and cool it on a paper plate. I took her dish up and put a little of the marrow juice on her dry food, leaving it on the counter to cool until we are done eating.
Kemah, happily eats all her dry food with the "special sauce", and sits before the island feast inquisitively.
"Ok, but outside" I say.
She runs out the dog door, I open it and she is wagging her tail real fast, gingerly takes the bone and runs.
I come back in the house in my socks and start peaking out the window. Can't see her. Walk back out of the edge of the patio, and dirt is flying in the corner of the garden by the house.
"I guess it's too big for her to eat, so she buried it".
"Well she is a dog you know", he says matter of factly.
"Well don't get anymore of those, I don't want a graveyard back there".
So last night we have this loud banging thunderstorm. Kemah lunges on the lightly closed bedroom door, bursts over beside my bed and licks my hand.
I open my eyes "what?"
"Come lay with me I am scared" she says with her eyes.
I get up and she runs toward the futon, I am soon fast asleep with Kemah's head on my shoulder and warm fur beside me above the comforter. I wake up a few times, Kemah snoring in my ear during lightning, content. We go back to sleep.
It's morning, and I open my eyes and there is dirt in my face. Kemah's front paws covered dried mud. I get up and this bone has been knarled and shiney, with dusty mud over the comforter. She had rescued that ferly bone from the storm.
Serge peeks in and says teasingly "Well, she is a dog you know?".
Let me play the fool,
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.
~William Shakespeare- Gratiano, in The Merchant of Venice, act 1, sc. 1, l. 79-80.
Liz: What a sweet story. I can see Kemah gently taking her bone and burying it. She used to hide her toys and stuff in the sofa but worried that the other dogs would find it. So she would get it out of the sofa and go all around the house looking for a hiding place. She was always worried about hiding stuff. Aura would have snatched the bone away from Kemah immediately. And then she would have pushed Kemah out of the futon to snuggle with you. She's an affection hog. ha We'll figure out when to get her to you after you are 100%. Don't worry. She's not going anywhere.
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