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The Littlest Girl
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April 4th 1991
October 16th 1991
Ruling the neighborhood with an iron paw.
Rope "Bones," anything that used to be alive
Steak and Eggs
Around the Neighborhood
Ringing the doorbell, Wave, Bow
Nothing too unusual. I was a generally well-behaved child: I went to preschool, watched Lassie reruns, and did what I was told. However, when I saw a 3-month-old Rough Collie in the mall pet store, I threw an all-out tantrum. Thankfully, my mother knew better than to purchase a pet store puppy, let alone purchase any dog for a child. She dragged me home and started calling the local shelter looking for older, female Collie puppies.
Well, as shelters dogs go, Collies are in short supply. But within the wash of mutts, we found a litter of 6-month-old supposed Spaniel/Beagle crosses - The unfortunate result of someone's outdoor dog having a bit of fun. As the years passed we came to believe she'd been treated roughly. She'd never been in a house. She didn't know stairs or linoleum. She wasn't the slightest bit housebroken. And she had just about every internal parasite known to Dog. But she was brilliant.
She was, in fact, so brilliant that when scolded for doing her "business" on the rug, she took the message to heart and did her best to please: "Ok, Mom, I won't poop anymore."
Well, after a month of constipation, accidents in hidden places and messes made at night, we were on the verge of returning her. Until that fateful day she was running in the yard and could no longer hold it. This time, she took our praise to heart: "Oh, ok... I can poop outside, but never in the house." And so it was, and she was home to stay.
She was a witchy little thing. At 6 months old, she was going after dogs in obediance classes. With three young children in the house, my mom didn't have time to deal with it, and we didn't need her to be around other dogs anyway. What mattered was she was wonderful with us.
More than anything, she loved to be outside. Camping was the best. Lying in the sun, watching the neighbors, barking at joggers. And hunting. Or rather, failing at hunting. Squirrels would dash up a tree, over our roof, and across the backyard into the woods. She would sit for hours waiting for it to come back down the tree. It never paid off. For her, anyway... Our neighbors used to throw parties and bet on how long she'd stay there.
When she was 8 years old, the vet found a small heart murmur. It wasn't worth the risk of surgery. We chose to monitor it and carry on as usual. And so we did for another 4 years. Then things just started to slowly go bad. She went mostly deaf and got pretty blind. A tumor started growing on her neck - We never biopsied it, she probably wouldn't have survived chemo or surgery even if it was cancer. She got mysterious, extreme neck pain. Our vet said he didn't know exactly what to do without tests that would probably kill her. So we gave her a course of prednizone and crossed our fingers.
Somehow, she pulled through and continued on for over a year looking like hell, but happy as ever. We put her on a general heart med and a diuretic when her lungs started filling with fluid. She would have fits when she got excited and her heart couldn't keep up. But she was happy.
As with so many who have heart trouble, it was the sudden heat of summer in 2005 that finally got to her. She's in the woods now, in a hole she dug under the tiger lilys after God knows what. And I bet she's happy.
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
|August 21st 2006
||More than 10 years!
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