Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
"Fuzzy Squeaky Elephant"
"Dog and Dog"
"Aw, you closed your eyes!"
"In her spot"
"Fluffin' up the ears." [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Leave a bone for Casey (1995-2005)
Dogster stats for Casey (1995-2005)
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July 4th 1995
Rooting around in the stone and ivy on the back patio (mole hunting). Playing "Dogball" by whacking a soccer ball around the house using a deflated (by her) basketball to hit it. Popping Bubble Wrap! And she loved it when her boy (me) came home.
Air blown in the face. The sliding glass door separating her from the little woodland animals on the back patio.
Kong. Definitely Kong. And her "Dogball" balls.
Bonz, carrots, and Thanksgiving turkey.
All around the Denison campus.
Shake. Left and right. She was ambi-shakestrous.
Casey was 10 months old when I found her abandoned on a golf course in Bastrop, Louisiana. She had a collar and no tags and had been running around on the course for a couple of months living off golfer's scraps. I asked many people who's dog she was before I loaded her up and drove her 20 hours to my parents home. Nobody knew where she came from, but I knew where she was going. I called my folks from about 200 miles down the road from Bastrop to tell them their new dog was coming home with me.
Casey came to me at sort of a rough spot in my life, and at the time I was sort of looking for things to make me happy. Little did I know that when I arrived for a golf tournament in Bastrop, Louisiana that true happiness would be wagging it's tail at me. I first saw her that week when a group of kids were playing on, with and around her. I was surprised how calm and laid-back she was. She just let 'em play. This led me to believe that she was a very calm dog. At the end of the week I had decided that if she was still there and I hadn't located an owner, I would take her home. It had been a while since my childhood dog, Shandy, had passed at a wonderful age of 17. Whether my folks were ready for a dog or not, I knew I was. Even if I didn't really live at home anymore!
Casey was an incredible creature. Mostly Golden, probably part Irish Setter and all energy, she made a wonderful addition to the family for more than 9 years. I mention the Irish Setter thing because Casey managed to stay a puppy for about 7 years. Crazy dog. She drove my folks bonkers for so long (remember that I once though her to be a calm dog), but they loved her every minute (yes, you did!) along the way. Case was a loving dog, though reserved in her displays of affection. You always had the typical Golden paw in your lap or scratching at some part of you for attention. But she wasn't a licker (unless you were sweaty or had just applied lotion) and really would only lick my ear and only lick it once per visit. I don't know how she kept track, but this seemed to hold true through the years. And she would never look you right in the eye. Sort of a strange characteristic, but definitely part of Casey's being. But you could do just about anything with her. She'd dance with you, play with you or just hang out with you. You could pick her up, roll her over or rough her up (and she loved that!) Just as long as there was some form of attention.
But I suppose that could be said about anyone in the family. We craved Case's attention probably as much as she craved ours. There was never a moment that she wasn't keeping Mom company in the kitchen (yeah, probably begging just a little) or sitting in front of Dad on the living room couch. She never went longing for a conversation or a head scratch. Unless of course I was at home, because we were almost inseparable when I came home. When I was home it was always full blown play-time.
Casey loved just about everything. She loved all seasons. Spring with the birds at the birdfeeder. Summer with the bugs and squirrels and moles and chipmunks. Fall with the leaves. And this dog from Louisiana just adored the snow, always walking out and thrusting her whole nose straight into the snow, coming up coated in it. It never failed to make me laugh.
I didn't get to see as much of Casey over the last few years. I travel a lot and I will never say that I got to see her enough. I loved coming home to my folks' and seeing that dark red wagging blur come running out of the house. She always loved me coming home and Mom would let her know when I would be there. I've been told she would always run to the back door when Mom mentioned that her boy was coming home. I loved that dog so much. Casey succumbed to cancer in June of 2005 while I was on the road. I had been at home the week prior and gotten to see her and say goodbye. I could hardly leave knowing how close the end was coming. And I really could barely come back. I was at home again the week after she passed and everything seemed so foreign. No bark. No wag. No dog barreling down the driveway at me. I couldn't even stay at my house that night. I couldn't bear to think of her not being there. I cried myself to sleep that night in a bed that felt only marginally more foreign to me than my own house now was. She was such a wonderful girl. She gave as good as she got, and she had it good! She will always be part of our family and she will always be held close in our minds and our hearts.
You can never replace them. You can only love them with everything you have while they are here and then when you are strong enough to add a new family member, you hope that they will be their own great selves and maybe remind you of the past every now and then. I got my first "own" dog, one that lives with me and my wife, last December. His name is Loki (after the Norse god of fire and mischief--with an emphasis on mischief!). He's a great boy. He reminds me of Casey occasionally, though usually in how different he is from Case. He helps. But I'll always remember, I'll always smile and laugh, and I'll always be sad, but in a good way. She had it good while she was here, and boy, so did we.
I never met a ball I couldn't deflate.
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Favorite Time of Year:
Christmas. Casey was an expert in getting her gifts from her stocking and opening them. And playing with them, of course!! And she loved to lie under the Christmas tree.
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