Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Fossel, Dusseldorf, Fizzle Fuzzel, Duece
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May 13th 1970
Chasing Frisbee, Catching frogs in pond, go fishing in the boat, Being with Mom and Dad and his human brother Steve
Most children, people who touch him before he's ready.
Chicken leg and yellow squeeky mouse
Kibbles and Bits
Anywhere with Mom and Dad or Steve
Catch frisbee in the air, fetch balls, pull fish stringer out of lake!
In 1969 I was divorced and with my 7 yr. old son Steve went to Idaho to visit friends. My friend raised registered poodles and had this male a year old that she couldn't bond with. She offered him to me for $20. I hesitated for several days, but he worked his way into my heart and I took him. He'd come and sit at my feet and looked at me with those soulful brown eyes, asking if he could sit on my lap. Who could resist! Let me tell you he was the best $20 I ever spent! Frosty started acquiring his family then. A mother and a brother. When we returned to Oregon, my mother said, oh honey, you didn't need a dog! But it took only minutes before he was in her lap with his head against her chest - Frosty got his Grandma! I remarried in 1971 and now Frosty had a Daddy. When Grandma remarried in 1973, his family was complete with a grandpa. This was his family. He liked a few other people, but loved only his family.
Frosty loved us all unconditionally. He did get aggravated with Steve at times and they argued like most siblings do! But they were real buddies and Steve made costumes for Frosty to wear and even a backpack when we went camping! When Steve left home, Frosty bonded even tighter to his Mom and Dad. He loved to ride on the motocycles too. Even had his own helmet and goggles! He went every place with us even to wintering in Arizona and camping out on the desert. He loved it out there! Our beloved Frosty passed away on July 11, 1984 near Baker, Oregon. He's buried under a yellow pine on a hill where he can see forever. We still miss him. (God Bless His Little Soul)
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October 16th 2007 12:22 pm
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I just wanted you to know Mom & Dad, too, that I'm just fine here and will be waiting for you two someday so we can cross the rainbow bridge together. Pete and Tiger and Smokey are just fine too and very happy. And Grandma sends her best to you. She loves you so much you know! We are all glad to see you and Dad doing pretty good - well for your ages!
I see it's raining down where you are - nice and warm and sunny up here! Well, Mom just wanted you to know all is well with all your beloved fur friends and family. We'll be here to meet you. Love you so much, your beloved Frosty
April 7th 2007 10:09 am
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I had such a good life! We lived on the acreage for 11 years until Dad got fiddle footed again! Then we started going to Arizona in the winters and returning to Oregon in summers. We camped out on the desert outside of Quartzsite, AZ and I loved it! Mom and I went for many walks all by ourselves. It took me a while, but I learned where not to step! Do you know how much those cactus stickers hurt your paws? A whole lot! Mom and Dad played music with a bunch of other people sometime too and that was fun. Although most people wanted to touch me, I only allowed a few! One special friend was Dick - such a nice man. I'd go over to his trailer and bark, if he didn't hear me, I'd jump on the steps and make them bounce! Then he'd let me in and he always had a pancake for me! He'd put a hanky in the window to show Mom and Dad I was over there so they didn't worry about me being eaten by a coyote!!
Dad had a motorcycle and he put a basket on the back and I got to ride in it! Oh, I lived for those rides! In Oregon we'd go out on the high desert and ride out there too! I just loved the wind in my face! One year on the way back to Oregon I got sick. The doctor we went to when we got home said there really wasn't much he could do. Something called cancer. Mom and Dad were selling the house in Oregon and we were going to live in the travel trailer full time. That was okay by me - I loved the little house! So when the house sold, we took off in the trailer. We were camped in a beautiful spot called Manley Camp on the N. Fork of the Burnt River in E. Oregon when I got sicker and sicker. Mom and Dad stayed up all night with me, and in the morning Mom said we had to go find a doctor. So we went in the truck. It was my last ride in Old Henry! I crossed over in my Mom's arms - she held me and loved me to the very end. It was like I could see them after I passed over. I watched as they lay me to rest on a beautiful hillside under a huge yellow pine tree where I could rest in peace forever. They were so sad. I wanted to tell them not to cry, that I was in a wonderful place and I didn't hurt anymore and that I'd be there waiting for them when their time came. You know, I can still see them sometimes and they do still miss me! I'm up here waiting for them. Don't cry Mom, I'm so happy and I have my grandma with me! She holds me and loves me and she says to tell you she's happy too and in no pain. That thing called cancer got her too. We are very happy here together and I see Pete and Tiger all the time too. When that glorious day comes, I'll sense they are coming and we will cross the Rainbow Bridge together! God Bless Everyone. love, Frosty
March 21st 2007 11:17 am
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Well, I want to continue my diary. Getting my own human Mom, a brother, and a grandma was just wonderful. I found it so hard to believe that they loved me so much and so fast. The first time Grandma held me in her lap, I laid my head on her chest and looked up at her with all the love my little brown eyes could muster! She said "He just wants to be loved". Oh, yes, Grandma, I do! And I was so loved! From then on I was "grandma's Frosty". Early on I discovered I was not just a dog in their lives, but a "peoplepoo" and another child to them. What a life I had moved into! We went on picnics, for rides in the car, to get Christmas trees, hiking, and just plain spending time in the woods. I loved it! Mom would read a book, Steve and I played in Tumalo Creek! Sometimes Grandma came too - it was so much fun. In the fall of 1970, we moved to a new town 20 miles away and we had a small acreage! Mom had a horse too and now the horse could live on the same property we did. Smokey was the horse and she loved me too! Me and her and Steve got along just great!
Steve was a little bossy, but a good bro to have!
Those two cats, Tiger and Petey, were a different story at times! Oh they liked me well enough, but that Petey would sit on a kitchen chair and swat me as I walked under the table! But we really did get along just fine all things considered.
A year passed and Mom met a man and got married! Wow, I had a Dad now too. At first we didn't get along too good because he didn't want me on the furniture or in the bed. We all three had gotten used to sleeping with Mom and her with us, so this took some adjustment. In a few months we moved to a bigger acreage! And it had a pond on it with frogs in it! Wasn't long and I was learning how to catch them! But they tasted terrible, so I'd spit them out! They made my mouth foamy! Boy, the parents and brother got a big kick out of that!
And so the years went by - all of us so happy to be a family and me most of all. Petey got so he would share his live mice with me! He'd bring one up to the yard, turn it loose and I'd capture it and play with it for a while, then let it go and he'd get it again. Mom said it wasn't nice for the mouse! Eventually, Petey ate them! We went hunting and fishing and had so much fun. And getting wood in the winter too! I'd get so covered with snowballs I had to be covered in Dad's coat. But I loved to go! And I never got lost! I'd make semicircles around the area where they were working and never get out of sight. Lots of dogs got lost when their parents were woodcutting - me I was too smart.
In 1973 Tiger got stepped on by a horse (by then we had 4 horses) and his back was broken so Mom took him to the hospital and put him to sleep. It was a hard time for all of us especially for Mom. Petey and I became even closer after that. One night a stray cat was on our place and Petey lit out after it and I was right behind him! Man we treed that cat! You see, I knew the difference between a "good cat" and a "bad cat". I didn't ever chase good ones!
Well, we'll continue this another time. It's neat to recall my life again. Love Frosty
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