Petunia Grace

Mixed Breed
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Home:Ruby, SC  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Special Gift Box:
The family of Randi, Margo, Sadie- Luv You Forever, Casey and Carly

Barky McBarkerson/ Baby/ Miss Tuners/ Petunia Bedunia/ Tooney/ Tunie/ Smelly Dog/ Peweestinkunia/ P. Grace

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:

April 1st 2001

Getting massages at doggie spa/ chasing squirrels/ guarding goats/ riding in Mama's "new" 95 Mercedes

animal hospital aka veterinary incarceration/ Little sister Phoebe, the cat/ Great Uncle Lenny's fiddle/ the evil hairdryer/ thunderstorms

Favorite Toy:
my Orvis squeaky rooster and Foxy/ my moose and hedgehog from Grandma/ my pink bunny blankie/ old sock/ my globie stuffed with kibble

Favorite Food:
people food/ cat food/ goat poopie (but Mama usually makes me eat Now! Grainfree Dog Food/ Halo Spot's Stew)

Favorite Walk:
to either pond (I love to swim)/ wherever my people go

Best Tricks:
showing enthusiasm and zest for living/ will sit and look angelic when I think I'm in trouble or if I suspect a treat is involved.

Arrival Story:
I wandered onto the farm when I was about 8 weeks old according to the vet's best estimate. I was puny and thirsty when my daddy spied me drinking from the condensation formed by the air conditioner. He immediately gave me some water in a bowl. Then, Mama gave me some hot dogs (because they didn't have any Now Grain Free Senior Weight Management dog food back then). From then on, I was the self-appointed guardian of the porch, yard and goats.

I was diagnosed with autoimmune hemolytic anemia, a very serious illness, the summer of 2007. Under my vet's care and with a prescription of prednisone, my red blood cell count rose from 20 to 50, (then back down to a normal 40) and I was feeling much better. Then, with the passing of years and increasing arthritis, my mama made the painful decision to let me go on March 27, 2015, a few days before my 14th birthday. Learn more about IMHA/ AIHA by clicking here.

Forums Motto:
Got treats?

The Groups I'm In:
☆ ♥ Wiggles, *~ I ♥ SuPeR DoGs!! ~*, *¨¨*DOGGIE CONNECTION*¨¨*, PETS for OBAMA, Black and Tans Unite!, Carolina Canines, D.A.M.N! - Dogs Against Maternal Neurosis!, Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia (aka IMHA or AIHA), Lets Paw-tae!, Rotten Rompin' Rotties, Samoa's Pondside BBQ Bar and Sea Serpent Sighting Pier!, Who Let The Dogs Out

The Last Forum I Posted In:

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 16th 2005 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
Dogster's 2006 Holiday Picture Party!

See me in Dogster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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The Adventures of a Farm Dog Leading a Charmed Life

Letting Go

March 28th 2015 6:50 am
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When I look into your almost fourteen year old eyes, you tell me in secret dog language that I need to let you go. You tell me everything is a struggle for you now. To emphasize the point you stumble a few feet as you painfully try to relieve your bladder. You nearly fall because your two front legs (in addition to the problematic hind right one) are starting to let you down as well. I am listening to you. We arrange for the vet to come. We feed you the bacon you love. We wait for Dr. James. I whisper to you that in heaven, dogs don't need wings, because you run and run like you loved to do when you were a little pup. I stay with you, and stroke your head when the vet administers a shot, and the next one. I whisper that I am here, that I love you. I tell you that you are the best dog. I remind you to look for Marty, who loves Baby, and loved you when you both were in the mountains that time. I whisper in your other ear, to come find me one day. You get the last shot. I continue to stroke your sweet face. You snore until you stop snoring. You are gone before 5:00 PM. I can't say the words, goodbye, run free, but I think you somehow understand, our beautiful, extraordinary Petunia Grace. Thank you for finding us. Thank you for allowing me to be, now and ever, Petunia's Mama.


Parting is such sweet sorrow

January 31st 2014 2:39 pm
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This is the old black and tan mutt signing off for good. It was lovely while it lasted. I wish every pup (and kitty) and their peeps the very best now and forever.

Petunia Grace


Hello, I must be going.

January 19th 2014 6:44 am
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So Mama tells me Dogster/ Catster will be no more after March. There is a group, perhaps groups, on the Facebook and elsewhere, but it won't be the same. And sad fact of life in a pack- nothing stays the same. I am grateful for the furiends I've made here and the forum that my peeps were given to document parts of my daily life over the course of my existence (over 12 years now), and to connect with fellow Dogsters/ Catsters- who love "their people in little fur suits" so passionately. We will miss y'all.

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