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.
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.
Thank you everyone for the condolences and dogster gifts. I have to admit I haven’t read most of them because when I start to, I tear up and start crying and become a mess (again). Heck, I’ve been a mess for a couple weeks now. Trying to wrap my head around what happened, but then dealing with the guilt and heartbreak that comes with that.. you know, the what ifs, the signs you look back and see… like he would grr when being picked up, even if he wanted up… I just thought it was he was becoming a grumpy senior, he’d always been a strong healthy boy, but now I’m like OMG he was probably hurting and I should have gotten it checked out but then they still would have seen the same thing and I’d be in the same boat there was no reason to suspect anything because he’d always been strong and healthy and I have to keep thinking this or I’ll go crazy. Last week was the worst week of my life, it was unexpected and went downhill too fast, and this week has been the second worse. I’m a mess and I can’t stop thinking about my baby and yet I don’t want to talk about what happened or talk about him even though, really, I’m doing that now. I’m trying to focus on Lacey and even fostering soon, and all the pups that need a good home, and how Shakey was the best dog ever, the best boy in the whole world and he was my baby and I told him lots of times that he was going to live forever cause he was the best boy ever and my baby and I miss him so so so so much and I’m gonna try not to cry now… I miss you so much baby boy and I love you more than anything in the world. Sigh. I just wanted to get all that out; it seems to help with healing to do that.
Thank you, and I apologize for not getting back to anyone, I just can’t right now. Hug and kiss your furkids for me please.