Age: 16 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Dilly, doggy-dog, dogster, Mr. Dog, Dillsteen, Dylowitz, Dylanski, Mr. Dylicious
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Tennis Balls, plush toys, sniffing pee
Big dogs whose people walk them into him when he's ready to poop
Any plush toy he hasn't seen lately
Raw meaty chicken bones
The dog run
Tricks? How 'bout holding it when the weather really bites?
In June of '02 my wife and I lost the last of what was once a family of 3 cats. We adopted two purebred adult Norwegian Forest Cats from two different breeders. After a while, the four of us were very happy.
But I wanted a doggie. My first. DW said, "No, No, NO!" So I did what you're never supposed to do. I found a red cocker spaniel in the pound one borough over via Petfinder and took a very long subway ride out to meet him.
Well, he was a doll on a leash, very handsome, and most importantly, he and the cats in their cages sniffed each other. However, the manager did not want me to take Dylan because he had been adopted out twice already that summer and returned. She thought he needed an experienced leader.
So I went home and told my wife I was going back the next day and get him, no matter what. She huffed and puffed. The next day I took another really long subway ride, this time with a large plastic carrier (no wheels).
The manager I spoke to then understood why I wanted Dylan. He had four cockers, all rescued from the pound.
So Dylan's been with us for two years. Our girl cat adores him. Our boy cat wants to know what it's like outside. My wife spoils the dog shamelessly.
He's a a very good boy and our own little Iraqi teenager.
Sadly Dylan left us in June 2008 after a long struggle with inflammatory bowel disease. People on the street remarked about how handsome he was up to the the last moment he ever walked inside a building. Be seeing you. We love you.
Ron, Holly, Lorelei, Andy & Benji
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|November 26th 2004
||More than 11 years!
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May 26th 2007 5:56 pm
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Well, in case you were wondering, this is why I haven't written in my diary for a while. Fact is I've been sick but it matters much more to Ron and Holly than it seems to, to me. Of course bad tummy troubles are no fun. I heard Ron call his mom up and she told him when he was a wee babe he had bad tummy troubles too. For a long time.
So for me it's not so long, but I'm around 8 years old now so Hey, that's when troubles often come around, when you're middle aged. Eh?
Ron finally got me to the groomer today so I feel a lot better. I am very fastidious. I would really like a bath every couple of weeks. If they want to cut the hair around my pee pee I'll put up with it. It's good to be clean. The streets are so dirty. So many people. So many little kids. So many many dogs. So much pee to smell! I don't think there are as many wolves in the forest as there are dogs in my neighborhood.
I lost tons of weight which is what worried Ron most. LOL before I got sick getting weight off me was all he thought about. Now I'm pretty svelte although I could use a couple of pounds back. I'll ask Ron to take a picture.
In a way, Ron has been preparing for this moment since they day we met. The time when I would have a chronic illness that wasn't harming my quality of life but which wasn't tending toward wellness either. I've been on an antibiotic for a long time and Ron is trying to get me off it.
I still love food more than anything else.
November 27th 2004 4:10 pm
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I don't think Ron's gotten it yet. This is supposed to be my diary not his (he'd love to be one of those psychic people). I was minding my own business at the dog park today so I don't think he knows I saw a couple of interesting things happen.
I was waiting for him to throw a ball for me and a really enthusiastic guy dog who was much taller than me used his mouth to try to get Ron to give him the ball. Ron went "ouch," and it was probably loud because he had headphones on. When he took his glove off his hand looked like that dog kissed him really hard and didn't know how to kiss! Ron's hand had these cool red marks where the strange dog gave him a hickey.
After that dog left, Ron met another dog and it was pretty funny. He was talking to this professional dog sitter lady and Ron was asking her how she knew that once the boarding dog's parents were 3000 miles away the dog wouldn't go psycho.
Just then this nice sized golden retriever (I don't know what it is about goldens but they piss me off, especially if we're both on leash), started sniffing Ron. But I didn't care since this was my day off, so I went after another ball.
Suddenly the big golden tries to mount Ron, and he doesn't know I know, but Ron hasn't had a lot of experience with dogs so this is the first time for him. And I also know Ron doesn't have the nerve or the savvy to get this dog to immediately roll over on its belly, which it sorely needs.
Ron was too busy saying to the pro lady, "What the f*?" to notice that not only was my little butt wiggling to the big beat, but I had a big sh* eating grin on my face.
Top that, Ron.
November 27th 2004 11:08 am
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This morning we went to the "big" dog park in Riverside Park for the first time in a while. Once Dylan gets there he never wants to leave and since he has no recall, we can play keep away for half an hour while I try to corner him. I usually make friends with another owner, because Dylan will let anybody but me grab his collar so I can put his leash on him. We've been going to the "small" dog park dedicated to smaller dogs since it's easier for me to get him out when it's time to go home. But he much prefers the big dog section because there's much more action. One of these days, I've got to get a 25' long tie-out and train him to come to me :) But I think that will have to wait until spring now.
We saw some beautiful dogs today, although Dylan doesn't really make friends or play chase other pups. There was a Great Dane, an all white Bull Terrier, a Britanny Spaniel, and one of the most beautiful dogs I had never seen before: an "English Shepherd." This is a medium size dog with the face of a border collie but with a shorter coat and a more muscular body. The tail curls over the back like a spitz. He was red and white and the fastest dog in the park. This stunning dog led the pace for all the others and his coloring against the autumn foliage was very impressive.
So Dylan-dog is now pooped and crashed out on the sofa until our afternoon excursion. Next week we get our first digital camera, so I expect we'll become regulars here.
Barks & kisses,
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