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

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Sun Sign:
Badges:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-mutt

Birthday:
April 1st 2001

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

Pet-Peeves:
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.

Bio:
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:
CAUTION ~ DO NOT CHANGE THE CODES IN YOUR FUNSTUFF BOXES

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

Dogster Id:
139449


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The Adventures of a Farm Dog Leading a Charmed Life


In Memoriam

June 17th 2015 5:41 pm
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Petunia, you breathed your last here on Earth March 27th, 2015. According to the accompanying documentation we received with your ashes from Midlands Pet Care, you were cremated on what would have been your 14th birthday, April 1st- (the one we assigned to you based on the vet's best estimate after your serendipitous arrival in our farmyard as a stray in June 2001). You were ever an adventurous dog so I decided pretty quickly that we would not keep you in a fancy box/ urn as some sort of shrine indefinitely. I tried to ignore the velvet bag that contained a small box of ashes that had been residing in an increasingly accusatory manner beside the pencil drawing, a fair likeness, and your collar by a lamp in my office. Without school to distract me, I began to feel this procrastination was no longer (if ever) appropriate.
So this morning, Peter and I scattered some of your remaining cinders in diverse places around the farm as we shared memories related to each location. When we arrived (via your once favored "Mule" golf-cartish vehicle) at the old pond, several cows happened to be there. As he poured some contents of a vial in the water, we smiled to remember how much you enjoyed swimming- sometimes chasing ducks or geese- never catching them. I also wanted to sprinkle some on the edge of the woods just a step beyond the pond dam, but was a bit intimidated by the large Beltie cows- even more so when Peter said that it could be snaky there. However, holding the little vial in one hand and my MOMA umbrella with the black exterior & blue- sky interior in the other hand, I walked forward. One might choose to believe that you helped me herd them. They kept moving just beyond us without confrontation as I approached. You loved to herd. You loved to chase. I recalled the time that we were there without a leash. You were sniffing just ahead of us, and I called you because we thought it was time to go. You heard me, you looked at me, you looked in the direction of the woods, and you looked back at me again- I could swear you were wrestling with your conscience/ weighing the consequences- before bolting. into the fence- bordered forest. Apparently, you were not in agreement. that it was time to go that evening. You eventually wandered back into the yard, exhausted, as it was just getting dark.. We scattered some more near the northern side of the house by your former main potty area among the cypress trees on both sides of the gate. In your youth, you would run like a released greyhound with thunderous speeding paws when we opened that gate. We proceeded to the back porch, beneath which you used to nap sometimes on warm days, in the cool earthen hole you dug out, back before we boarded it up for fear we would be unable to get you out once the evil arthritis had begun to set in. You seemed content enough your later summers and winters napping in the house on various rugs near the climate controlled vents. Then, we dispersed a bit in the flower bed where you used to forage daily for Phoebe the cat's poop deposits, that has some of the zinnias we got from Diane, your groomer.
Then, the last bit for today, we released, was just outside the front entry gate, the great unexplored adventures waiting beyond our temporary home border. Run, sweet Petunia. Good dog, be free, but at the same time, stay. Continue to inhabit the home you made in our hearts and minds- the one that causes the involuntary pause of my foot before I step into the middle room where, for just a nanosecond, my subconscious still expects you to be there napping, knowing you are loved, & comfy on the rug by the bed.

 

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.

Mwah,
Petunia Grace

 
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