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"That's Me, Miss Grover Dog, Leader of the Pack."
Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
"Good gear is imperative for adventure. I recommend Ruffwear, which I model so nicely here."
"Ocean Beach. San Diego, California. Surf's Up, Dog!"
"This was a great road trip. Zamboni and I are hanging out, at night, waiting for dinner."
"Grover Hot Springs. Named for me, of course."
"We saw Santa the Saturday after Thanksgiving 2006."
"There's no where I'd rather be, than on the road, seeing the world!"
"I'm a river dog, at Snoqualmie River, taking a break from the sun."
"Ahhh. ...Swimming! My true passion in life."
"Some of my vets have thought I'm a terrier mix. But this is how we know I'm an otterdog. Just look at me! All otter!" [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
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Special Gift Box:
August 1st 1994
Swimming, My best friend, Zamboni; Travel
My new little brother, Campeche: Getting my toenails clipped; fireworks.
I don't do toys. Never have.
Pizza, cookies, lamb lung.
The Cascades, Olympics, Rockies, Sierra Nevadas... I'm a Mountain Girl!
I leave doing tricks to Zamboni. I guard the house.
My Mom came to the pound to look at dogs. She wasn't planning to take one home. She walked me as a favor to the volunteers there. I stole her heart, and went home with my new Mom that same day. It was a match made in Heaven 10 years ago!
Backpacking Trips, Camping Trips, Road Trips - I love to travel! From Baja Mexico to Vancouver, from Arizona to Banff, I've been all across the western part of North America.
My favorite thing, though, is hotels. The best thing is automatic doors! Imagine -- doors that I don't need a human to open for me. And sometimes, at hotels, breakfast just appears for me too. Just like that! Scrambled eggs, fruit, toast, sometimes bacon. Some for me and some for Zamboni! It's Magic! Mom says it's called "room service" and it's not magic. But I still think it's magic! I love camping. And backpacking, sleeping under the stars, is great. But there's nothing like waking up to a warm breakfast delivered right to my bed!
Miss Grover Dog. Yes, Grover is a girl!
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December 11th 2006 6:54 pm
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This entry is being written by Mom.
I've told Zamboni that I don't think it's a good idea for her to write here anymore. We need to finalize Grover's diary. Zamboni can't just keep writing here, as though continuing to write here will keep her alive somehow.
Campeche has taken over as the storyteller of our family. Zamboni has taken over as the Alpha Dog of our little pack.
We are trying very very hard to move on.
We are devastated. Grover was a super nova in all of our lives. Her light shined so bright. Dad and I miss her so very much. Somehow, and I'm not sure how, we will pick up and move on.
Grover will shine in our hearts and our memories forever.
I love you My Little Furry Girl, so very much. I can't bring myself to say Goodbye.
Just be a good girl. (You were always a very good girl.)
I'll see you. I'll come get you -- wherever you are -- soon. And we will all be together again.
December 8th 2006 1:12 pm
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I don't know what to do with myself. Campeche is at the vet getting a bath.
Normally, Grover and I would be playing together, or just hanging out. Or Mom would take us to run errands. That was always great, hanging out in the car together. But I hate being left alone, either home or in the car. I get all stressed out. I've never been left alone, ever. I get scared.
So Mom doesn't want to leave me alone. She's a good Mom. She's really trying to take care of me.
Mom said that Grovie is in Heaven with Robitaille, Lobo and Ralph. Grover and Ralph were always really good friends. Ralphie was Grandma's dog. We knew Ralph very well and for a long time. I hope that he remembers her and makes her feel very welcome.
I hope that Grover will remember me when I go to Heaven, whenever that is.
Mom told one of our staff at the vet that it feels like Grover is at the vet's office getting a bath or some tests done, and she's just waiting for the call for Mom to go pick Grover up. That is how it feels here. It's very very quiet.
This is how life was for Mom and me years and years ago, when I was about 1 year old, before Mom brought home my first packmate, Robitaille. I was lonely then, that's why Mom found me Tai. When Tai died in an accident, Mom and Grover found each other at the pound and we've been together, best friends, inseparable, for almost 11 years.
I am lonely again. Very lonely.
I don't think I will write here any more. It makes me sad.
Although, I don't know if I can be any sadder than I already am.
I wish that we could get that phone call that Grover is ready, and we can go pick her up. But there is no phone call ever coming.
I hope that Grover is having a good time playing with Ralphie.
I am just so lonely without Grover.
December 7th 2006 3:42 am
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Grovie is Gone.
My best friend ever has died. Mom and Dad took her to the hospital in the middle of the night. She died there. Not from stomach problems either. It was her heart and lungs, Mom told me.
She died very fast. Mom held her, and Dad was right there by her side. And they told her how much they loved her the whole time. She was not in pain either. That's good.
Mom and Dad came home crying. They got Campie and me, and brought us back to the hospital so we could say goodbye too. Mom let me be in the room, just me, Mom and Grovie, like we used to be, just us Girls. I told Grovie I loved her, and she's the best friend ever. I started trembling. How can I live without Grovie? We've been together for over 10 years.
Mom told me that I'll be ok. I don't know how I'll do it. My heart is breaking. I know Mom and Dad's hearts are breaking too.
Farewell, My Friend. You are the best friend ever. You are Mom's best friend and you are my best friend. Save me a place in Heaven. We'll chase squirrels together there!
I love you Grovie!
Your best friend , your hiking partner, and your sister,
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