Macy, FMch 12/1/01 - 1/13/14

Labrador Retriever/Mixed Breed
Picture of Macy, FMch 12/1/01 - 1/13/14, a female Labrador Retriever/Mixed Breed

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Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

December 1st 2001

Being with her humans


Favorite Toy:
Tennis Balls

Favorite Food:
Hot dogs

Favorite Walk:
The beach

Best Tricks:

Arrival Story:
Macy (formerly named Libby) found her humans when she was just a 9-month-old pup at the local humane society. Supposedly dropped off at the shelter for being destructive, it turned out all she needed was exercise and a job to do.

After completing basic obedience courses, Macy was ready for more formal schooling. Flyball seemed a great place for her to channel some of her abundant energy and enthusiasm. After about of year of training, she began racing competitively in the fall of 2005. In addition to flyball, Macy was an excellent companion to her family's two sons, who adored the former pound puppy. Macy loved long walks (watch out squirrels!) and enjoyed visits to the dog park and the beach. She lived for someone...anyone... to throw a tennis ball for her. Her favorite activity was swimming -- regardless of the weather.

Forums Motto:
Get up off the couch and let's play!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
I wanna be the most corralled dog

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 28th 2006 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Hunny, CGC,

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Macy's World

Gone to the bridge

January 14th 2014 5:59 am
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We will love you always and miss you Macy. You changed your family's world.

A Dog Has Died by Pablo Neruda

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.

Translated, from the Spanish, by Alfred Yankauer


Just an update

May 16th 2013 9:33 am
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I'm still kicking around. Hard to believe I'm such a senior lady now. Mom says time is flying by. I can't believe I'm 11 years old :) Still in pretty good shape for a mature pup, BOL. I still love to go for quick bunny chases in my back yard and the more relaxed stroll around the neighborhood.

Since getting older and retiring from flyball, we haven't been traveling to doggie events. That makes me a little sad but not too much. I still have a comfy couch to lay upon and I love to take naps in the sun on warm days. Life is good.

Well, that's about it for now. Hope everyone has a pawsome day.


Winter is flying by

February 17th 2011 11:48 am
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I can't believe February is almost over. Today it feels more like spring-almost 70 degrees here in the mid-atlantic. Makes me wanna go outside and just roll around in the grass. We have that here now. All the snow from our January 26 storm is just about gone.

Not much going on right now. I'm enjoying being at the top of the pack and entering my senior years. Mom says she'll get me into some Rally classes soon. That should be nice. Hunny has two legs towards her 1st title and Mom just needs to get some time to finish that up. It'll be fun to get back out and about again.

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