Nicknames: Gwenie, GBD, Gwenie Bad Dog, Gwenie Polamalu, Shma Wa Woo Woo, Mookie, Boots (Ah whatever! I am not that darn BOOTS!), Shma Wa Bootsie,Hey Bad Dog, Pooh Bear, Is this for dogs?, Do dogs like milk? -say the last two if you REALLY want my attention
Birthday: February 10th 1993
Likes: Grandma's house, my Dzidzu, people food, dog cookies, eggs, car rides, milk from cereal, naps, my bed, air conditioning, trips to CVS, my pink princess shirt, reenactment, the Steelers
Pet-Peeves: BOOTS the cat, small dogs, the vet, the groomer, loud people, the outdoors, BOOTS the cat, staying at home alone, people touching my paws, when my brother goes away to college, BOOTS the cat!
Favorite Toy: I'm too old for that
Favorite Food: ONE -and I'll have what you're having too.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere!
Best Tricks: Give paw, give other paw , sit, roll over, sing, ignoring my owners when I am mad at them, farting and leaving the room ASAP
Arrival Story: Gwenie has been a part of our family for over twelve years now. My parents saw her in a newspaper ad for "Cocker Spaniel Puppies", although she may be a mixed breed. She's originally from Butler PA, and was a very tiny puppy. When she was little she used to climb the baby gate in the kitchen and jump over the top of the gate-as her older sister Precious would watch in admiration of her escaping skills. Before moving in with us, she enjoyed beef jerky and The Big Butler Fair, but those days are long gone. These days she focuses her attention on BOOTS chasing and Dzidzu guarding.
Bio: Gwenie is doing great now following her surgery in the Summer of '04. She had a mastectomy after we discovered several small lumps in her chest. The vet said that the cancer most likely developed because she had never been spayed. Please have your pet spayed or neutered! It makes a big difference in their overall health and quality of life. The surgery was very hard on such a small dog, we are lucky that she is with us today.
It has been a little over a week since you have gone to the Rainbow Bridge. I miss you every day, more and more. I cry on my way to work in the morning, on my way home, and I cry myself to sleep missing you at night. And now, things are even worse with the loss of Mallory, but I know that you are together, and that gives me a little peace.
I've spent the past two days in bed, because sleep is the only escape that I have from the pain and sadness of losing my two little girls in two weeks. I should have known that I would dream about you. I dreamt that I was at mom and dad's house, and that mom could hear you walking around the house, but she couldn't see you. Only I could see you, and you were lying next to me, as I was petting you. Your coat was shiny and soft, like it was when you were healthy. Your tumors were gone, and you were young again. I cried when I woke up, because you felt so far away from me again.
I haven't been to mom and dad's house since that day. I can't bear walking through the door without you on the other side of it. I guess that it's selfish of me, because mom and dad have to live without you there every day, and I know that their hearts are broken too. I'd like to think that it's like when I was away at school, and didn't see you for about a month at a time, and when I'd return, you would come down a few steps, peek through the railings to see if it was worth coming the WHOLE way down the steps, and then come down to see me and ask where I had been. Except for this time, nomatter how long I wait to come home, you won't be there at all. Home will never be the same without you.
I have sad news to share with our friends. My beautiful little sister Gwenie was put to rest on Friday morning. She spent her last Thanksgiving with all of the people who loved her. I spent the night at my parent's house with Gwenie, and we watched Legally Blonde and ate pumpkin pie until she fell asleep. Gwenie has been a part of my life since I was eleven years old, and I never imagined life without her. Gwenie had a wonderful life, and she will be sadly missed. I will never forget my little sister and my childhood best friend.
So now that it's well into the summer, my family seems to think that it's time for me to go outside. Oh the humanity! Why should I go outside when I can sit indoors in the air conditioning? The humans even have a nice fan set up near my sleeping quarters, so why bother going outside? So the humans try to trick me into going out there. They call "BOOTS!", but I'm on to their false Boots alarms. My mom even puts me on the OTHER side of the screen door and allows me to sit there, staring at them until one of them gives in and lets me back inside...where my comfy chair and bed await. Not to mention, that when I go out there, there's this NEW dog next door, that barks and tries to play with me...like I'm actually into that. Although one may think that it's strange, I am truly an "indoor" dog.