Nicknames: Shakey, Shakey boo, Shakester, goofball, butthead, silly boy, buttinsky, Shakey bakey, grumpy old man
Birthday: August 28th 2001
Likes: Barking! Going on walks, playing with his toys, attention, being outside, barking at everything, rolling in the grass, car rides, Uncle Joey, hanging out with his grandparents, chasing squirrels and birds
Pet-Peeves: baths, when Lacey won't play with him, when he's not the center of attention, kids, other dogs getting attention from his humom, being told to 'be quiet', having to come inside when he doesn't want to
Favorite Toy: A red and brown holiday bear (that was meant for Sydney which is probably why it's his fave!), tennis balls, other dogs' toys
Favorite Food: Chicken, cheese, anything mom has, any and all doggie treats
Favorite Walk: Any walk, anywhere - as long as he's outside! It doesn't matter what the weather is like either. Shakey loves to play tug o war with his leash - him on one end yanking, me on the other end telling him to 'drop it' so we can actually walk.
Best Tricks: Shakey's favorite trick is "get your leash." He knows how to sit, stay, down, paw, wait, up, off, 'find it,' and sometimes come (again, when he feels like it *lol*). He's taken beginning agility and loves the dog ramps and walks.
Arrival Story: I went to pick a puppy from a litter and held two different minis. When I held Shakespeare, he licked me, climbed all over me, and wouldn't sit still. So I didn't pick a puppy, Shakespeare picked me. :)
Bio: Shakespeare is my first dog and my baby. He's my parents first granddog. His ears are always one up and one down; they've been that way since he was a puppy.
Today would have been Shakespeare’s 13th birthday. I can’t believe he’s been gone for a year and a half. It feels like just yesterday, and it feels like I was just writing a similar post for his last birthday. Sigh. I miss him all the time, and I think about him all the time.. seems like a lot more lately. Wolfe says it’s because I’m finally allowing myself to think about him, which makes sense, since now I can think about him and grin and laugh and remember the love, instead of bursting into tears and/or feeling guilt (not that I still don’t do that).
I loved celebrating Shakespeare’s birthdays. They were such a joy, so much fun. I’d walk into the room with a bag of wrapped presents and Shakey’d jump up and down and try and get to the presents. Silly boy. Once I put the bag o’ presents on the floor, he’d stick his snout and face in the bag and start pulling them out. He loved to exuberantly unwrap them. He’d rip the wrapping paper pieces off the present and shake the paper around and put his paws on the paper and rip it some more. If the present was treats, sometimes he’d try to rip or chew open the treat bag. Then I’d get it from him and give him treats.
He was the silliest, best boy in the whole world. I miss him terribly.
Thank you for his rosettes, thank you for thinking of him.
I miss you so much goofy boy. I shared pictures of you on FB from the last couple Halloweens in your squirrel costume cause they are some of the funniest, best pictures ever... you were always so expressive!... and I actually didn’t cry.. instead, I smiled. I still wanted to hug and kiss you and that made me sad, but I didn’t break down. Baby steps! I felt bad making you wear the squirrel costume.. and the lobster costume before that.. you didn’t like them at all… gave me lots of stink eye (hee!) before you tried to rub against the floor and the furniture to get the costumes off. :-) But the squirrel costume was the funniest for you, my squirrel-obsessed boy *g*.. as the meme says “To catch the squirrel, you have to be the squirrel.” You were always my goofball, you made me laugh and smile every day. I miss you so much.
Happy Birthday Shakespeare, my goofy mama's boy. I can’t believe you’re not here, it breaks my heart so much…. I *can* believe I can’t write any more than that sentence before crying already. I miss you so much. I knew I’d be a mess when the day came, I thought it’d be old age, and I’d have time to “accept” the eventuality, but that obviously didn’t happen. I only had a few days, a few terrible, heart wrenching days. I thought you’d be fine, you were always strong and resilient and healthy…. My goofy boy, my heart, my first and always baby…. You gave me so much and I wish you were here more than anything in the world. I wish I could watch you enthusiastically unwrap your presents and gobble down treats. You were a silly boy who always made me smile. You had such a zest for everything. One thing you gave me is that zest, to enthusiastically appreciate and love everything, from sitting in the grass to savoring treats.
Today I’m taking Lacey to all the pet stores, probably a park or two depending on the heat. I’m going to try and celebrate your life and make Lacey’s happier instead of crying and moping. You never did that. Even when you may have been in pain, you still wanted to walk and gobble food and you were still goofy. I miss you so, so, so much baby boy. I wish you were here for your birthday and it breaks my heart that you’re not. Ok, self, refocus on those very first sentences in this paragraph… Focus on being goofy and happy to and with Lacey, doing things with her to celebrate. Celebrate the joy your baby boy brought you.
Thank you to our friends for the rosettes and messages.