Pet-Peeves: Little dogs and the doorbell on the Domino's commercial
Favorite Toy: A big green spider/octupus/turtle thingie, raquetballs
Favorite Food: Peanut Butter or Tomatoes and now Ice Cubes
Favorite Walk: Next to Mama
Best Tricks: Spinning, rolling over, high 5, backing up, PICK,
Arrival Story: I got Nikita when she was 6 weeks old. I stayed out of work for six weeks recouping from surgery and we were together 24/7. It was a nice bonding process. She has always been super affectionate to all females, distrustful initially of all males, and dominant to all others in the animal kingdom dispite her size. She was the bully of her puppy kindergarten.
Bio: Nikita has learned many tricks over the years including how to eat non-food items such as make-up, and half a 30 yr old taxidermied fish without getting sick. She has won the hearts of everyone she's met (humans) and now faces we all face the biggest challenge of all...what to do about the cancer she suddenly has been struck with.
This past Thursday marked 6 months since I was torn from my mommies and crossed the bridge. I can't believe it's been half a year already. As time goes by it seems to go faster. I watch my mama and she still cries. I try to go to her...I am there and hope she can feel my presence. Maybe that's when she stops crying and starts laughing about the funny things I used to do. She insists I was perfect...but her friend is quick to point out what a terror I was as a puppy....all the door frames she had to replace, the objects I ate, the fursis's I sent to surgery. But mama insists on remembering how I was the best dog in the world. As much as I would love that to be so, Mama, I was quite the challenge, just as Edith and Mr. Perkins are now. They cannot live up to unrealisted idealized memories...they are not the perfect me you remember. It's not fair to put that burden on them. They are just puppies.
I watch and laugh at the struggles mama thinks she is going through for the first time...not remembering this is really the second time around. She has put those aggravating times out of her mind all out of love for me. And she will do the same years from now. Such is the cycle of love and life.
To my mama....I love you with all my heart...for all you did for me...for what you refused to do....for what you remember...and for what you refuse to. I am by you yesterday today and tomorrow. Good luck with those little ones you call "The monsters"....and cut them some slack. They will be perfect in your eyes one day...if not already. You just have to allow yourself the room for all of us.
First of all let me say that everything is beautiful and perfect here. I play with my pals Bull Boy, Duncan, Sir Boxer Dan, and Babe. But I also take time to look out at my earthly friends and my pawrents. Baxter has still not gone home to his pawrents, but I want everyone to know that does not mean he is not having fun and he is not being cared for. At the rainbow bridge we are not at liberty to give details of things of things we are priveleged to know...as it may change the course of events and prevent people and pups from growing completing the work they are destined to do. I can, however, re-assure everyone that everything will somehow, someway be okay in time.
This leads me to my family and my pawrents. They have chosen two of the most beautiful, loving, challenging, and sometimes obstanant pups to be part of the family. They can never replace me, but my pawrents had become complacent with me because I was so good and well behaved. I was o longer in need of discipline nor training. They had a break for several years and now they are back on track...the pups are showing them what it's like to be vigilant pawrents again. They have accepted the challenge (all three of them) and have jumped in the game of life with all four paws and both feet.
Congratulations family. I know you still cry for me. But a wise person once said "Life is for the living..." I am proud of you for living your lives as I go on my journey as it is laid out for me. ♥
She's crazy I tell ya. I watched yesterday as my Mama brought home that Edith pup I was lookin' at. She's really cute...but crazy. I know I was never that crazy. I was always the angel. BOL. This one, she won't slow down til she falls over. And she's needy...whining and crying and hates to be left alone. I think I shall have to send some of my calming thoughts to her or my mamas will never get through this. Oh yeah, and then there's Mr. Perkins...the abandoned Pit Bull pup who has also taken up residence. Two puppies. What are my mamas thinking? They have a lot of lessons to learn that I was not able to teach them and those pups have a lot of lessons to learn, too. I will keep an eye on the four of them. I think they can smell me and feel my presence.