Hoppie - RIP, z"l


Maltese/Bichon Frise
Picture of Hoppie - RIP, z"l, a female Maltese/Bichon Frise

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Home:Pittsburgh, PA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 22 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Hoppie - RIP, z"l

Nicknames:
Hopey-Popey; Hopka; Hopeless Case

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

Quick Bio:
-mutt

Likes:
Getting treats; starting up with male Rottweilers , teasing them and then giving them the wiggle butt.

Pet-Peeves:
Having Ketem (dog) lick her face

Favorite Toy:
Rawhide bones

Favorite Food:
Meat, meat, meat

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere she can find food.

Best Tricks:
Walking next to her human off lead, then stopping and running in the opposite direction without her human even knowing about it.

Arrival Story:
It was a cold and rainy day and she was sitting smack in the middle of a busy intersection. I scooped her up and took her home. My (then) husband came home, took a look at her and said, it's a Hopeless Case and he decided that we had to keep her even though we already had two other dogs.

Bio:
My favorite trick is to walk along side my human, then when she's just starting to enjoy herself, I stop and let her walk a few more steps. Then I quietly trot off to visit other human friends who live 8 buildings down and 8 floors up. After a nice quick meal, I go to sleep under the sofa and pretend I don't hear my human at the door.

Forums Motto:
Got any meat snacks?

The Groups I'm In:
maltese's rule the world!!, PA Dog Lovers, Pennsylvania Dogs

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 26th 2005 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
212075


Meet my family
Ketem ("Spot"
in Hebrew")
Sky - RIP
(z"l)
Bisli RIPDonna
BrotherKellyYonitDevek (Glue --
in Hebrew)
Goldie - z"l /
RIP
Buckeye

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Forever young... Nov 8, 2009

December 15th 2009 4:13 pm
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Hoppie had been frail for a long time but not ready to let go as if to say "Not yet -- there is still a lot of meat out there for me to eat". (It had been a tough life for her living with a vegetarian.) She was never really sick a day in her life. Her organ function and lab values were fine. She was senile and probably blind, but she was never on any of the meds that old dogs normally take. It's just that the muscle weakness in her legs was getting to her and last night she started having some seizures and she was paddling hard with her feet.. It was time for them to take her over the rainbow bridge. She passed in my arms as peaceful and relaxed as could be.

Hoppie was always a source of laughter and entertainment and sometimes frustration. I found her on a busy intersection in Ramat Gan, Israel in February 1992. She was barely 6 months old. I scooped her up and took her home, sure someone would come looking for her. My then husband (Danny) took one look at her and then at me and said "It's a hopeless case". I'm still not sure if he was talking about her or me, but Hoppie became her name. No one came looking for her, and while we could have easily found her a good home, Danny fell in love with her and she became part of the family.

She was affectionately called "the dirty white rug" by a friend. She loved to lay in wait at the bottom of the stairs and ambush any other dog who wanted to go down until one day Clyde, one of my other dogs, bit her hard once in the leg. She was a hussy who would side up to male Rottweilers and snap at them, and they were too dumbfounded to respond. She was known to zoom off while taking off leash walks in the part -- not by dashing ahead but by standing still while I was engrossed talking to a friend or on the phone, waiting until I had passed a ways and then making a 180 degree turn to go her own way -- usually to the nearest dumpster.

When I moved to Kiryat Yovel, not a particularly dog friendly neighborhood, she not only was liked, but loved, by all. A couple of times she escaped from yard just, as luck would have it, as Animal Control came by. Complete strangers would say she was their dog just because they didn't want to have her picked up. And she made some of the best friends for me. The eternal escape artist, she would walk four large apartment complexes down, then up four flights of stairs just to get some tasty morsels from a neighbor whom I would probably never have come to know and love without Hoppie.

She joined me on the long journey from Israel to Pittsburgh. As she got older she still loved her walks, though they became few. She became senile and so baby gates were put up to prevent her from falling down the steps. But at the first sound of a can of dog food being opened, she would do her happy dance. In recent months she would dance no more, but she was always there, waiting for her food, relishing every bite, every day, even last night.

My silly little ditty I always cooed to her was "Hoppie Poppie - never mopey, never dopey". That was truly her. I suppose she taught me to always be curious, go my own way and above all enjoy every bite of life. So if you want to share in remembering Hoppie, go ahead, have that piece of pie or whatever. Savor life and food like she did. And dance.

 
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