Nicknames: Holly, Hol-ster, Hol, Silly Girl, Her Grace, Sweet Pea, Precious, Fuzzy Dog, Dog 1, Itchy Girl, Piglet
Birthday: October 9th 1993
Likes: ♥Biscuits♥. They get me everytime. I'll even endure a bath, just to get a biscuit. Butt scratches are goooood too, followed by snow and wallowing in mud. You seem nice, could I have a biscuit? (doggie grin)
Pet-Peeves: People who ask me to give kisses on the first date. The UPS truck - I see them everywhere I go. I think there is a conspiricy between them and the mailman.
Favorite Toy: Silly Human, toys are for puppies. Give me a biscuit any time, any day, any where.
Favorite Food: Fresh baked bread, although I settle for biscuits. I've got Mom trained to give me a biscuit on demand. I've even placed images of giving me a biscuit in her head when she's reading. Works like a charm. (doggie grin)
Favorite Walk: Mom found this great walk at Nolde Forest. There's a stream, the slope is gentle, and there are other dogs to meet, greet, and sniif. ♥
Best Tricks: Speaking Japanese, playing dead, rolling over, moping, and the other ususal stuff.
Arrival Story: I don't remember much of my first home. I was only six months old when I got dropped off at the Pound. I was there for a depressing three or four weeks - long enough that the choke chain around my neck had to be cut off 'cause it was too small. I was laying at the back of my crate, depressed, listening to a man and a woman arguing about getting a dog. The man pointed at me and when I had the chance I fawned over him. I really wanted a home. It worked! I was sooooo happy I tore around the house at top speed. At one point I was moving so fast I couldn't stop and slid head first into the front door. I didn't even feel it. Mom tells me I was rather headstrong and opinionated as a puppy. I don't think so, I mean just because I know what I want doesn't mean I'm bossy. We went to a lot of classes, which taught me to be a little bit more circumspect in getting my own way. I learned to please Mom (which usually results in a biscuit) and earned the Canine Good Citizen title. My other claim to fame is that I have won two trickiest dog contests in two different states, so despite what Dawson says, I am NOT stupid. I let him get away with thinking he has me wrapped around his tail, but who gets his biscuit when he's not looking, huh? (doggie grin) But as for current living arangements, they're all right. All the biscuits I want, on demand, a soft pillow and bed, and strolls through the mountains. Not a bad retirement deal, huh? Did you remember to give me that biscuit?
Bio: Editor's note: Holly has a great sense of humor. She laughs constantly a her own practical jokes. She also never gives up. If she doesn't get her way the first time, she tries again, and again, and again... with different twist each time. For example, Holly wasn't supposed to sleep on the bed. Every night she would try to hop up. Since it was a free-float waterbed she would wake me up with the waves she created. But every night she managed to get a little more of herself on the bed. One paw, two paws, shoulders, whole body.... I would always order her off the bed and go back to sleep. One cold morning, I muzzily understood that I was warm. I lay there relishing just how warm and cozy I was. As I woke up more, I realized the teddy bear in my arms was breathing. I opened my eyes and there was Holly. My arm wrapped around her, snoring away, with her head on my pillow. Although she has had arthritis since she was around three, that has never stopped her from enjoying life to the fullest. At 11, she's slowing down some, but still greets every day with joy. She is a headstrong, fiesty, redheaded girl. I wouldn't change that for the world.
Jeez, anyone would think I have no influence any more. Just look at all the weepy stuff in my diary. There should be a ban on humans taking over. Of course, my mind was going and I have to admit I have been a bit busy these past few months. No worries. I will eventually get back to my life history. I am sure you are all on pins and needles waiting to hear my wisdom. First though, I have a few things to share. Heading over the bridge is a bit disorienting at first. Just so you all know, you have the opportunity to say goodbye if you weren't able to before you left. My first night here they let me go back and visit a neighbor dog, Max, help him escape from his house and head over to Mom's. I knew she'd take him in. I got to snuggle with her all night. After that, I had a master plan to implement. There was no way I was going to let Dawson rule the roost. That boy needs someone who isn't distracted by belly rubs to take control. He'd sell Mom for a decent rub.
I know what you are thinking. I'd have sold her for a homemade biscuit. Not true. She was worth at least 10 homemade biscuits and I wouldn't have settled for less. Any way, first I had to convince Mom that Dawson wasn't meant to be an only dog. That was harder than you think - she take her promises very seriously. Of course, I had to implement "Have Puppies" urge into a breeder. Fortunately, I knew which one, 'cause Mom visited the page regularly and ooohed and aaaahed. Darn near got one when I was around, but I couldn't have that, now could I? Then I had to get all those Standard Poodles that were in rescue adopted, so none would be available. It really isn't so hard, there are a lot of good people out there who are more than willing to step up and become a dog's pet.
Nor was convincing Mom all that hard. No, the hard part was working with those darn puppies convincing one of them that Mom was not to be missed. Most of them didn't have a brain cell aware enough to understand this was more critical that where the next meal was coming from or staying warm. I persisted. I spent most of my time on the girls, as I knew that would be best for Mom. Two of them were pretty attentive so I hoped that all would go well on that day when Mom finally stopped by to pick one out.
Those puppies must have been smarter than I thought. All of the girls who saw her made a play for her. One was just too pushy, so I nosed her away. Another just wouldn't have been right, so she got pushed aside as well. Mom liked one who reminded her of me (Hmmm, I wonder why?) but my money was on the other one. She was determined. She spent everyday listening to my stories, and had the confidence to know she already had a home and didn't need to worry about anything else.
Smart girl. That flopping over for a belly rub move was inspired. So was the ear nibble. The calm, quiet thing was just perfect. Thank goodness Ginger stepped up to the challenge of looking after Mom. Now I can get back to the important things. *sniff* Ah, smells like the Rainbow Cafe has just finished a batch of biscotti.
I finally was able to sit down and go through all the wonderful rosettes and stars that were sent to Holli to wish her goodbye. I hope to be able to send out thank you's personally, but that may take me a while to be able to do. Dawson and I are both adjusting, and hopefully soon we will be back more frequently.
Hollidawgs old back injury has been slowly reappearing. First she just had trouble getting up after lying for a while. Then slippery floors were very hard for her to negotiate without her back legs tripping her up. While she still never turns down a biscuit, she doesn't remember to pester me for them, and sometimes will wonder for a second just what it is I am giving her. Over the past few months, her ability to anticipate the need to get outside has diminished. She looks at me now, with worry in her eyes. I can kiss her nose with abandon, and all she does is ask for another. My feisty little redhead is ready to find peace.