Gonzo


Shetland Sheepdog
Picture of Gonzo, a male Shetland Sheepdog

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Home:Central Area, AR  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Bongo, Boo Goo, Goo Boo

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

Sun Sign:
Badges:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-purebred-pound dog-dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
July 29th 2003

Likes:
Herding people and winning people over with his smile (not so much the bad breath). :)

Pet-Peeves:
Cameras (though he tolerated them), teeth brushing, squirt guns, and not getting to eat poop.

Favorite Toy:
His favorite toys were plush toys with squeakers but he loved his octopus with multiple legs the best. He would chew down the legs like they were corn-on-the-cobs.

Favorite Food:
Poop (dog and cat) and ice cubes even though he just liked the act of taking one and would watch it melt.

Favorite Walk:
Any - he loved smelling the air and just enjoying the scenery.

Best Tricks:
Gonzo knew all the basic commands and also how to give 'paw,' speak, and hush. He was smarter than most dogs in his own right and won Simon Says at a local dog event.

Arrival Story:
I found Gonzo at a local animal shelter in Florida. When I came to see him, he was scheduled to to be euthanized the next morning. I had went to a few shelters and decided I really wanted to get him so I rushed from one end of town to get him before they closed. His name was Little Bit but I changed it to Gonzo, based on Jim Hensen's the muppet because of his long beautiful nose.

Bio:
Gonzo was very vocal, from sighing really loud to making a whine in his throat, you always knew when he was around. He successfully completed obedience training and was awarded 'top dog' of his class. He got a certificate and a toy of his choice, which he loved dearly until some of the stuffing came out.

The Groups I'm In:
Adopted and Rescued Shelties, The FURminator® Group For Dogs

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 18th 2004 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

2005 Valentine's Day Party!

2004-2005 Holiday
Picture Party
!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
18673


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All In A Day's Work


Thursday

April 24th 2014 12:31 pm
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It's been a few weeks since my last entry. I'm tinkering with the idea of writing in Camilla's diary from now on. I haven't fully decided yet. But anyway, the latest...

Two weeks ago today I had to rush Camilla to the vet. She had been doing ok on her new routine but the day after my last entry, she threw up bile 4 of the next 6 nights. I monitored her heavily for patterns. She wouldn't consistently go to the bathroom in those days so finally that Thursday morning I called my vet to see what long term issues would arise if she held her urine and such. I had already looked online and thought maybe she had a UTI but they said if she had to go she'd go and she didn't have any of the typical systems that go along with a UTI.

I don't know why but I forgot to even mention the throw up patterns that morning. That afternoon as I was driving up to my house, my husband had her outside and said that there was a problem. She was refusing food and wouldn't go to the bathroom. I asked if she had thrown up in her cage but he wasnt sure. I checked her cage and sure enough, she had thrown up her breakfast. I immediately called the vet and told them everything and they said to bring her in asap.

After all the tests, they decided that she's grieving pretty heavily and just doesn't have the motivation to do things now that Gonzo is gone. She also has allergies so they attributed a possibility of some of it to her sympsoms so we increased her dosage from once to twice a day. She also got put on Pepcid and an anti-nausea pill that is also supposed to put her in a good mood. So far she's done ok. She still has her moments. The vet wants to re-evaluate her if she doesn't get better. I will probably take her next week as we've had a few episodes that still concern me.

As most of you have seen, they released a Muppet movie. Toyota has a few commercials out that are sponsored by the Muppets movie. It's pretty neat to see Gonzo and Camilla on tv. Friday night we were all in bed (hubby, Camilla, and I) watching tv and the Toyota commercial comes on and Gonzo the muppet pops up out of the back seat of this Highlander so I chime in, "There's Gonzo!" Camilla woke up out of a dead sleep to look at me then down the hall. It kills me everytime she looks for him now. Fingers crossed, she will get better sooner than later. She's still my little ray of sunshine and I'm glad we have each other to lean on especially in our sad times.

 

Wednesday

April 2nd 2014 9:00 am
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Well, it's been a little since my last entry. I created a photo book on Shutterfly in honor of Gonzo so I can reminisce in one book with all of my favorite photos of him. I have hundreds of photos of him; it's crazy. Looking back now, though, I'm glad I took the time to take photos of him now that he's gone and I can remember specific times, events, or just the spirit of my Gonzo. I should receive it tomorrow. I'm excited to see it printed off. I ended up getting 88 photos in 20 pages. Ha! It was bittersweet to make and there were a few moments I had to stop working on it just so I could cry. The days are easier but sometimes his death just hits me like a tidal wave. Once I get a good cry out it usually makes me feel better.

Camilla is doing well. She is doing much better on her routine and we haven't had any accidents in a little over a week. Saturday my hubby and I were getting ready to go out to run a few errands and Camilla shocked us. She went by the corner of the entertainment center where Gonzo's collar, photo, and urn are, stood on her hind legs, and started sniffing in his direction with her tail wagging. I asked if she wanted to see Gonzo and she immediately perked up. I had her get on the bed and brought the collar and urn over for her to smell. She lit up like a Christmas tree. I usually try to let her smell his collar once a week and she always seems to know what it represents.

It's moments like these that further prove dogs have much more emotion and intelligence than we usually give them credit for. It definitely makes me feel better knowing that she misses him just as much as we do. Our vet told us that some dogs act like their mates never existed after a passing so it's nice that Camilla shows some type of grieving for him. He is definitely missed.

 

Wednesday

March 19th 2014 12:28 pm
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What a last few weeks. Not sure where everyone else lives but our winter has not been the kindest to us. We also suffered a loss in the family last week so I had to get out of some of my emotions to help take care of arrangements. Everything went smoothly which was a relief. The last week or so has been easier, just remembering my Gonzo and how sweet he was.

Camilla is a little devil so not having him around really emphasizes how truly grateful I am to have had such a great dog. Don't get me wrong, Camilla is a sweetheart and is true to her breed in that she always wants to be around you and give you love. That's probably my most favorite quality about her. Gonzo was the kind of dog who liked a few pats, a few scratches, and could easily sleep in another room so long as he knew where you were.

Camilla is also true to her breed in that she is stubborn and this is where I try to have the most patience with her. It will literally take her 10-20 minutes to find a spot to pee or poop. She will walk over the same patch of grass fifty times before she finally does her business on it anyway. Gonzo would pee on command and would crap wherever; he didn't care. When you don't have a fenced in yard and you have to stand outside with them while they're on the leash, you learn to appreciate this small quality especially during rain and cold weather. I also think that because he's gone, it's thrown off her routine a bit so she's been going to the bathroom in the house whereas before she would hold it. So we're making minor adjustments to her routine to try to get her back on a set schedule. Again, this is where patience comes in. ;)

Last night was my first night to cry over Gonzo in about a week. I decided to wash my car yesterday since it was filthy (again, our weather has been nasty but since we're not expecting any bad weather for at least a week I jumped on the opportunity). The last time I washed it and cleaned it out was before Gonzo's passing. I was fine until I had to vacuum the car out. I found little strands of his coat and I had a huge wave of guilt overcome me. Now I know this sounds ridiculous but in that moment, all I could think about was the last car ride he had and that was the reason the hair was in the car and that by vacuuming, it was going to relay into once it was gone, he was gone.

I ended up vacuuming anyway but when I went inside, I looked at some of the last photos I took of him the day I put him down. One in particular stood out to me. He was in the back of the car and the sun was shining bright that day. Even in that moment of being sick, he was flashing his classic Gonzo smile in the sunshine and boy did he look handsome. If it's one thing that Gonzo did was that he always won me over with that beautiful smile. I started to cry like a little kid does who doesn't get their way. I truly wanted to trade out all of the hair I vacuumed up and have my dog back. Realistically that can't happen. I know that.

Later in the night after some encouraging words from a friend and my husband, I looked at the photo again and smiled. He was making sure I got one last shot of that smile. He knew it and I knew it. One day all of his hair will finally be gone from everything; the car, my clothes, our furniture. But until then, I still smile when I see one of his hairs and grab it and say, "There's Gonzo!" He was and still is my everything and no vacuum will ever erase that from me. That much I know. And I can whole heartedly say I was truly blessed to be his fur mom.

 
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