In Tribute to the Dee’s – Her Life and Times

I am a lucky dog who was blessed with knowing Dee Dee. As with many other unforgettable dogs who have touched our lives, the Dee’s was quite a character and one of a kind.

Her beginnings were cruel and unkind, but thanks to a human who cared, (Auntie Chris’ daughter) she was snatched from that home, literally, and came to live wiff my Auntie Chris who took care of her and tended to her every need no matter the cost.

It took some time for the Dee’s to get over her beginnings. First she was afraid of feet, which she feared may punt her like a football at any given moment, as she had been treated like before and resulted in some spine injury which could not be repaired surgically. But meds and rest would reduce swelling and she could get on wiff her Dee-like ways. It was an ongoing thing. Mostly good days, but the occasional flare-ups would happen. She would also freak out if left alone. This too eased, especially after she got other little pals to share the alone time wiff, even if she didn’t want nothing to do wiff them BOL!

Mom met Dee’s not too long after her rescue from her former owners, and before she had other little pals. (I was yet to be a twinkle in my daddy’s eye) When Auntie Chris needed to go somewhere and she thought Dee’s would be better off left behind (Dee’s usually went most everywhere wiff Auntie Chris), Dee Dee would stay wiff mom and they would hang out. They got along real good, but when Auntie Chris came back, Dee’s would furget all about mom BOL! Dee’s love for Auntie Chris was a thing of greatness. ♥♥♥

Dee’s was always the Top Dog. No one messed wiff her. Not another 8 pound dog or even up to an 80 pound dog. It just wasn’t allowed. And she could be really bossy! When Dee’s would spend the night wiff me and mom (and even before me when it was just mom, and mom was in between having her own dog), she would hog the bed, hog the pillow and snore like a lumber yard. She would get mad if she was disturbed while she was sleeping. Mom would almost be afraid to turn over BOL! But if Dee’s snarled at her, she would just tell her to hush and go back to sleep. Auntie Chris thought it was odd that Dee’s didn’t want to sleep in her own bed like she did at home. What can me say? Even though her bed was there, she wanted nuffing to do wiff it. I thinks she just wanted to see if she could be the boss of the bed, and she pretty much was BOL!

It’s true the Dee’s did get somewhat spoiled. *snickers* Well maybe a little more than somewhat. She wouldn’t eat chips unless it had dip on it and liked ketchup on her fries. She liked to be held and carried and if she couldn’t be in someone’s lap, the humans made sure she had a short chair fixed up fur her or something else comfy. Dog forbid she should have to lie on the ground! She also liked to go horseback riding wiff Auntie Chris. Sometimes she’d just sit on the horse by herself and wait until Auntie was ready to go. She loved to get dressed up (I hates wearing clothes myself) and she had lots of outfits. Even a string of pearls! Of course there were the traditional Howloween costumes too. Auntie Chris would take her Trick or Treating to a couple of the local businesses and she would score on the treats…

A lot of folks around town knew Dee Dee. She’s the only dog I know who’s had a tour of the vault at our town’s bank. Dee’s used to hang out at the business when we were open and a few folks would stop by just to see her! *rolls eyes* There was this one time the girl who works at the Vet’s office called up and asked if we were missing a dog. No, mom says. The girl says “Are you sure? A couple just dropped off a dog they found wandering around and I’m pretty sure it’s Dee Dee” laughing. Sure enough it was… Auntie Chris about had a heart attack and rushed off the get her. Dee’s was covered in stickers and weeds but none the worse fur her adventure.

Dee’s was never in a hurry to do anything, except maybe chase a squirrel. That’s the only time I ever really seen her run. *snickers* Then she would take her sweet time coming back. She would wander around like she had all the time in the world. Yet one minute, there she’d be and a minute later *poof* couldn’t find her. Mom would panic when she’d do that while mom was watching her. She’d even tell me to help her find the Dee’s. She was never very far away, poking around and taking her sweet time about it, and mom would say in a stern voice “Dee Dee Louise” (mom gave her the middle name of Louise to let her know she was in trouble *snickers*) “you get your happy @ss over here!” And the Dee’s would be like yea, yea, I’m coming, don’t rush me. *snickers*

The Dee’s didn’t do tricks, oh no, not her. But if she wanted your attention, she would yap and yap and yap like there was no tomorrow until she got what she wanted. Come to think of it, she also yapped at the lawn mower, but maybe it was because it was louder than her. She did do this really cute “thing” however… When she was in a particularly good mood, she would put her back legs behind her and skootch back and forth rubbing her belly on the ground. They said she was doing the “frog girl” *snickers* She was good at it, I must admit…

Mom is probably going to get mad that I told you this, but she would sing a little song to Dee’s every once in a while when she didn’t think anyone was listening. If you remember (if not look it up) the song “Oh Sweet Pea”, mom would change the words a little… It went something like… ♪ ♫ Oh, Me Dee’s… ♫ ♪ *rolls eyes* I used to wonder why mom called her Me Dee’s sometimes, then one day I heard her singing it to the Dee’s. shhhhh… You didn’t hear it from me, K?

I think it was about a year or so ago, that the Dee’s stopped coming to work. She had started these coughing fits after getting a drink of water usually and she would literally pass out fur a quick moment. No one liked seeing her “hit the deck” nose first. Auntie Chris thought it better to leave her at home. She had little buddies by then to keep her company at home. Then a few months ago, I heard that she started getting worse. Having a hard time breathing, coughing… She had tests done, and the Doc put her on meds to help her. That did help fur a while. I’s not sure if’s it was her heart that was giving her trouble, but me thinks it was. Her heart was HUGE fur such a little dog when it came to love. ♥ And she had a few other troubles here recently too. It came as a shock, but my furiend the Dee’s just couldn’t fight it anymore was called to the Bridge by God. He was in need of an Angel who had the tremendous capacity of love in her heart that she did, in spite of her troubled beginnings.

We cry because we’ll miss her, we smile because we knew her, and we celebrate the life she shared with us, making our lives that much more…. God Bless the Dee’s….

Our loss is Heaven's gain...

I have very sad news.... I have lost my good furiend Dee Dee *wipes tears from her eyes*

http://www.dogster.com/dogs/706564

She has been in poor heath lately, and it all was too much fur her to bare anymore.

I will tell you more about the Dees when I can see the keyboard better....

God Bless you Dees... I will miss you!

Double Trouble has arrived

Sammy and Oscar were 2 cast out pups left to fend for themselves at the home of a handicapped woman. Anne, the lady who rescued me as a pup stepped in and took them. Anne brought them here and asked Auntie Chris if she still needed "watch dogs".

I was a little offended by this as I'm a very good watch dog! That is as long as whatever or who it is more of a sissy than me. BOL And it's not past my bedtime of course...

Anyway, Auntie Chris took pity, named them and said they could stay. I feel kinda sorry fur them too... Oscar had a tick in his ear. Neither one had ever had a collar on before much less know what walking on a lead is all about. They thought they were gonna be killed or something. The worst is they didn't know what a treat was! Or how to take one! They's gotta know that if mom is ever gonna teach them anything BOL

Mom figures them to be about 4 1/2 months (some puppy toofies left), probably Pitty & Chow mix. They's already about as tall as me and their paws are more than twice as big as mine (but then again I have cute paws even fur a dog my size). They's gonna be BIG boys when they gets growed up! 80 - 100 pounds mom figures... If I play my cards right I'll have back-up when it's MY time to be lead watch dog BOL but first I gotta do things like teach them how to play.

I are so sad I never got to meet Duncan nose to nose....

As most of you know we lost a truly wonderful pal, Duncan to a tragic unforseen accident. I am just beside myself, although I only knew Duncan fur a short while.

We "met" at the Doghouse Valentine's Ball. I stopped by after work dealing poker to see if any pal needed a ride home. Duncan was there, charming and greeted me like we was old furiends. That was right before Jack made him his red suit which he was so pawroud of...

Duncan sent me a PPR after we chatted at the ball and it turned out his family had family that they visited not too far from where I live. We toyed with the idea of meeting nose to nose on one of his family's trips, but...... *sniff sniiiiiiff*

Duncan my pal, you impressed me right from the start and I are so sad you left us so soon. *sniiiiiiffffff* Watch over your famly, as I know they miss you and have broken hearts over losing you, as many of us do.

We will meet my furiend, just not here or now, but someday...... *sniff*

Reba UNLEASHED!

We live on the same property where mom also works. Which is grrrrrrreat because mom and I are more or less together 24/7/365. When we were open fur business, on nice days, I'd get tied out. Not far away and I was always very good. It was something I got used to as a pup, but back then I would be on the patio, in a lawn chair (it was winter) in a sweater, flannel shirt and covered up with heavy towels. Now that I know how to hold my potties, I get to "camp out" under the counter on my big pillow bed on ugly days.

Business has been kinda slow lately, last week when we opened, mom didn't tie me out... Hmmmm I thought, maybe she furgot... So I just followed mom around and did as I was told. I've been free to follow mom around now fur a whole week! Auntie Chris and Uncle Bill (they own the business) hasn't said anything about me being loose. I think they may be proud of me, maybe wish a little that their dogs would be as easy.

I have barked a little at a couple of the customers, then walked past them. And I like to get a good sniff in now and then. I'm learning it's o'kay fur other people to be around. Mom is very proud. :)

Mom thinks it's been very good fur me. Today, although we're closed, the lady who reads the electric meter came by. In the past, I would shy away from her, and she always brings biscuits! Today, I was loose, I got 3 biscuits! Gave her a kiss on her hand, the meter lady was impressed and I got ANOTHER biscuit after I shook her hand!

I may be turning into a social butterfly! BOL!

Along came a Kitty

Mom and I were out in the arena practicing my weaves and just finishing up when we heard this loud MEOW MEOW coming from the scrap side. I took off, not wanting to miss a chasing opportunity and mom caught up to me shortly after. I was all excited as I showed her my next chase that I would shortly be doing.

It was a kitten, ruffly about 3 to 3 1/2 months old looking back at us in the pile of cardboard boxes and meowing. It tried to squeeze through the chain link to get closer to us. Mom stuck her finger in and it rubbed her finger! This was not the usual wild kitten... We walked, well I bounced, to the opening and it followed us there...

I just KNEW I was about to embark on a chase! Nope... The kitten came out, I played tough dog, barking and bouncing back and forth and it just stood there! I nipped at it and it pawed at me! I was in shock! Then she tried to rub on me! Mom picked it up and it climbed up on her shoulders...

Thinking she was just passing through, mom left some dry dog food out fur it to eat to help her on her way and we went in. The kitty cried to come in, but mom was strong. We last heard her around midnight. The next morning there was no sign of her, that is until about noon. There she was again.

This time she was brave enough to get close to Pepper the old deaf dog who has had 18 years of chasing kitties. I thought to myself, this is it, the kitty's gonna be on her way. Nope. The kitty rubbed up against her! Pepper didn't know what to do... This had never happened to her before...

Well that was almost a week ago... Auntie Chris told mom she needed to keep the kitty so the kitty had a chance at a good life. She's wearing a collar now. Comes in at night to sleep so she doesn't end up a coyote or owl snack. She sometimes gets in OUR bed! But I make mom move her when she gets in MY spot. She hangs out with Pepper during the day or charms anyone she comes near.

The first 3 days she was here, all she did was eat and sleep. She'd eat so much her belly felt like to would explode! Poor thing must've been without fur a while. I'm sure she's decided she likes it here and is gonna stay.

We don't know where she came from, or how she got here. Just that she appeared in pile of cardboard boxes, so we call her Boxie....

Getting to each other better TAG!

Copy this diary entry, and paste it into your diary. Read then delete my answers. Then you can fill in your own! Then send a rosette to 4 pals and ask them to post it in their diary!!

We can get to know our pals better!! Have fun!!

Here is more about me....

1. What color is your collar?
all the colors of the rainbow in a Native American design

2. What kind of food do you eat?
ACE High crunchies and Pedigree can food

3. What are your favorite treats?
that my mom gives me or those I find myself BOL! In a package I'd have to say T-Bonz... That I find myself I'd have to say horse poop cookies (not too dry though)

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other??
Others... Don't want to embarrass any of them

5. Do you get Table Scraps?
Yep, tidbits and I do dishes too!

6. What is your favorite toy?
I love my toys, but I love balls the best! Especially the ones that bounce really high!

7. When is your Birthday?...
July 24, 2007

8. How many times a day do you get to eat?
I gets breakfast and dinner. Sometimes I skip a meal. Probably because I was snacking outta Peppers bowl all day BOL

9. Do you have a favorite color?
Red. I look goodin red and my favorite ball is red

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Yep I do! I wanna read their answers! I'm kinda nosey that way...

now who am I gonna tag that hasn't been tagged????

Been Tagged and Tagged so here I go!

I usually am very bad at responding to these, but I'm gonna give it my best try this time fur my pals who tagged me! *hugs*

5 Funny things about Me!

1. In my younger days, I would catch plastic grocery bags that flew by in the wind. I'd tear them up and eat them! (unless mom could get to me first) It all came out in my poop though. Uncle Bill was hoping I'd get the poop IN the bag fur easier pick-up! BOL

2. When I'm really happy, my tail wags in every direction. This includes up and down, circles, and the occasional figure 8.

3. Mom says I'm a border-line Fetch-a-holic! I really don't think so because I will take breaks in-between insisting mom throws it again, throws it again, throws it again.......

4. Every morning when mom goes to feed the other animals, I grab a toy to take with me. Mom calls it the "Toy de Jour". I will either play with it myself, or make mom play with me while she's going from here to there...

5. Before I eat my breakfast or dinner, most of the time I act like I'm burying it. Then I sneak up on it and have a couple of little bites before I just get down to the business of eating my meal. A chow hound I am not...

Extra bonus funny... when I'm playing ball, if it gets too dirty from slobber and dirt, I drop it in my water bowl (my pool in the summer) to clean it off... When my pool is up and I'm playing Frisbee, I'll spend 20 minutes washing off my Frisbee....


Well I guess I's supposed to go off and tag some of my pals now, but most or all of the pals I hang with have already been tagged!

If you haven't been tagged, and you know who you are, THIS is your tag from me! BOL!

Some days are Ruff....

It's been a trying week fur me. First, mom took away my pool! Said it was too cold fur it now. I mean really, what was she thinking? How did she expect me to rinse off my balls when I get them slobbery and dirty from playing fetch? She knows I like to clean off my balls! (get your minds out of the gutter) I out-smarted her.... Now I dunk them in my water bowl! BOL I haven't figured out what to do with my Frisbees yet though. They're bigger than my water bowl....

Then Thanksgiving we were on the road fur hours. It seemed like a long way to go fur a few snacks....

Today was the worst... Mom took me to the Dogtor! I was o'kay until I had to go to THAT room. He put me on the scary thing that lifts me off the ground (said I weighed 41 pounds) and then mom helped him while he stuck that thing in my ears! Mom helped! OMD I HATE that thing and she knows it! But my ears were clear and good. Then he poked me 3 times... Ouch! All I got fur all that was a new pretty fur my collar.

Later, mom put that funny hat on my head and took my picture. You know the one... It's there fur all my pals to make fun of me now.

Thanks fur letting me whimper to all of you. I feel much better now getting that off my chest.

Happy Tails, Reba

Save up my kisses fur Bucket *RIP*

Tomorrow will be a day like no other I have known. Not to be able to give Bucket kisses. I have given Bucket kisses every day since I came to live with mom. Every day... And every time she'd scold me fur being an over-excited pup, but she never hurt me. I couldn't help myself. I was always excited to see her and therefore HAD to give her kisses.

But I won't be giving her kisses tomorrow, or the next day, or the next, or any day after that. Bucket crossed over the bridge today to where I can't reach her. I will miss her. I will miss giving her my kisses. I will miss her scolding me fur giving her kisses...

I won't miss seeing her having a bad day. I know she's out of pain now and can run and play again. I will see her again someday. And I will save up all of Bucket's kisses to give her when I do.

For now I will kiss the tears from mom's eyes, and I will kiss her after the crying stops. I are not a big dog, but I have a big heart with plenty of kisses to go around. I'm just sorry I can't give Bucket more fur a long time....