October 16th 2012 6:43 pm
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So my mom was sitting there this morning, thinking about me (naturally, this being the 3-year anniversary of me going to the Bridge). Then, she started talking to me.
She said, "Bailey, I love you and I miss you soooo much, but I need a favor. Grandma is having surgery today, and I need to you go be with her and make sure she's okay."
No problem mom.
You know how sometimes angels get so close you can almost hear their wings flutter against the ground... Mom heard me go "Thud!" As soon as she finished asking me to take care of grandma, she heard what sounded like a dog, jumping out of bed. She was the only one home, and the other three furkids were in the living room with her.
The hospital grandma was having her surgery at is really close to the campground (the best place on earth), so she and grandpa stayed there last night, and grandpa will be staying there tonight, as grandma will be spending the night at the hospital. She's fine, by the way, I wouldn't let my mom down like that.
Anyhow... Today, baby Tyler, who is now 7 years old, went to the library at school and checked out a book. The title? "Bailey Goes Camping". I love that kid. He's very intuitive, and we're VERY connected.
June 26th 2010 9:33 pm
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Today was a great day! I got to go cruising with my mom and my grandpa, it was just like old times.
Okay, so I didn't physically get to go with them, but I was there, none the less.
It was the first big car cruise of the season in the Detroit area today. Unfortunately, grandpa's car, a 1964 1/2 Mustang convertible, had other ideas. The transmission went goofy. The car would only go in reverse, and even then, it wasn't moving that well.
Despite this, mom and grandpa decided to go. They were meeting up with some friends from grandpa's car club, so they loaded up the every day car. Mom told everyone she was cruising in a vintage 2010 Mercury Mariner, which had been restored to like-new condition (meaning it had just been washed) (my mom's kind of a nerd, but I love her anyhow).
As mom was getting in the car, she noticed something. The photo of me that grandpa had asked her to print out for him a while back, which he keeps on the dashboard of his Mustang, was now on the dashboard of the Mariner. He just looked at her and said, "Bailey loved to cruise, and by God, he's not going to miss out on this one!"
It was a good day.
May 16th 2010 2:05 pm
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It's no secret... I loved cruising in grandpa's car. I loved riding up and down Telegraph and Fort Street during their scheduled cruises. I loved sitting on the side of both roads, watching the other cruisers go by (although, I would have loved chasing the cars more, but mom is such a spoil sport). The only thing better than riding in the car or watching the other cruisers, was the attention I got.
At every cruise we did, I was a celebrity of sorts. People would beg grandpa to stop the car, just so they could take my photo and pet my head. We had people in other cars taking my photo. I even had one woman in McDonald's drive-thru get out of her car to take a photo of me with her phone!
I was the "It" dog, and I loved it.
The temperatures going up can mean only one thing... it's cruising season once again.
There's no question that my mom misses me (she still cries almost daily, 7 months after I had to leave). But, apparently, someone else misses me just as much.
With the cruising season rapidly approaching, grandpa made a request. He asked mom to print out a couple of his favorite photos of me. One, with me wearing my Doggles, looking directly at the camera, and another of me wearing my Doggles and riding in the car with grandpa. Mom got the photos printed and laminated them after grandpa told her what he wanted the photos for.
Every time grandpa takes his car out for a ride... I get to go along. That's right! I'm his co-pilot! He put my photos on the dashboard, up next to the windshield, right in front of where he sits. Who knew, after all the grief I gave him, that grandpa secretly loved me??? ;o)
This past Friday, grandpa took his car to a car show (not judged, just a monthly event open to anyone with a classic car). He hadn't been there long, when a man walked up and started admiring grandpa's car. It's a 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang convertible.
As the man came around the front on the driver's side, he started paying particular attention to the windshield on the driver's side.
"Oh my God!" the man exclaimed. "That's that cool dog! I saw that dog cruising on Telegraph! He's such a cool dog!"
As grandpa started chatting with the man (who he had never met before), the man told him he saw us go by and was so impressed by me, he was going to get his camera to get a photo of me if we came back by. But, we cruised by before he had a chance to follow through with his plan, so he never got the photo.
Grandpa told the man that I had passed, and the man said he was sorry, then he told grandpa again how cool he thought I was. It made grandpa smile. Of course, when grandpa told mom the story, it made her cry. But, these were tears of happiness and pride.
Grandpa said that is the memory he keeps of me... that I made people who didn't even know me happy when they saw me.