Thursday, March 5, 2015

Along Came Sandy...

This is the first time I saw her face. It was on the rescue group's (Love and Second Chances) website. She was 3.5 months old and her stage name was Vesta. It was love a first "site". Even though I was "just looking" and mostly at Old Timers, I somehow came across this sweet face and then couldn't get her out of my mind. 

I inquired about her via email and then got a response that she was an International rescue, who was in Taiwan. What? I was somewhat disappointed. "She has to come from Taiwan? What does that even mean?" It meant that she was from Taiwan and was a rescued street puppy who needed a new home, just like rescue dogs in the United States need new homes.  She would have to fly to San Francisco and be picked up there, if we were approved as adopters. I didn't know how I felt about an International adoption of a rescue dog, but after reading about all the good work that is being done in Taiwan to rescue the many, many dumped and feral street dogs, I began to see things in a new light. A rescued dog is a rescued dog, no matter the zip code. 

So long story short, we moved forward, go approved and had a date to pick up the puppy at SFO on Monday, February 16. Of course, this was after very long discussions about the reality of having a puppy. It's not easy nd I knew that going in. I needed to make sure everyone else knew that going in. We all agreed, even though we still didn't know exactly what we were getting ourselves in to!

 On that fateful Monday evening, we loaded up the car and headed out to pick up my little princess. 

Yes, I had her flight mapped on Flight Aware.

Once, she arrived at the gate (which took FOREVER, because of customs) we had to sign some paperwork, but we didn't take her out of her crate until we got to the parking lot.

Of course, I had water for her, as well as towels and wipes and THANK GOD I did because after so long in a crate, you can imagine there was a mess. It was so hard for me to think about the conditions in her crate that she had to be in for so long. Because of the late flight, there were no dog washing places open and, I must admit, that whole scenario was very stressful.  But, being her mama,  I just wrapped her in two towels (pretending not to smell a thing) and held her tight, so she knew she was safe. 

Now that I know her better, I can see the fear in her eyes here. Poor thing.

1st night home. 

Luckily, during our first week we had her, Lucas had the week off from school and it allowed them to  really bond.  

And Dominic too.

Buddy? Well, this picture sums it up. I really thought he would be happy because I know how much he misses Dingo, but it hasn't really turned out that way.
(I really miss my Dingo too. It's still so hard for me.)

She's trying really hard with him, but it's just way too much puppy for Buddy's Oldtimer, Terrier self. He's not much for chaos or fun, for that matter. Plus, she's kinda rough with him and that's a big "no-no". 

This is Sandy.

So far, she is the smartest dog I've ever had. She will need a strong leader and lots and lots of training and socialization. She is very willful already and I'm working really hard to understand and get to know her, so we can have a beautiful, long life together. 

Even though I thought I was getting a medium sized dog (50lbs fully gown), the vet says she's only going to be about 30 lbs. I was a bit disappointed, but she will still be a good guard dog, just not a big one. 

So Along Came My...
Yes, I picked the name. It took me forever, as I have all boys in my life and didn't even know where to begin for a girls' name. I tried to find a good girl's name from Taiwan, to honor her heritage, but none seemed to fit her or me.

But, then it came to me like a ghost from the distance past. She will be Sandy, just like my Grandma Jessie and Grandpa Ben's dog, all those many years ago. I was looking at my blog and saw the sidebar picture of my grandpa and 6-month-old-me and, also, in that picture is their Sandy (my first dog ever) and right then I knew, that I needed my own.

Mama's Princess. 

Now, to be honest, as romantic as it seems, this transition of adding a puppy to our house has been anything but perfect. Getting a puppy is not for the faint of heart. It is so much work that I almost can't believe it. There have been times I've already cried and wondered what the heck I did! I know it will be worth it and we love her beyond measure, but the road is not smooth and I feel like I don't have a second for anything else in my life and the constant worry over her and her potty habits and her training and she and Buddy being in the same room has been immense.

But, in the early morning, when it's just she and I and we are having our snuggle time, I treasure this experience and hope to have many wonderful years and memories with my girl. 

Yep, every day of the week.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

My Niece is Back!

This is my niece, aka Maggie Girl. I haven't seen her in 2 years. My sister went through a divorce and wasn't in a position to take Maggie. It was heart wrenching and sad and a million other emotions. BUT, my sister is now in a position to have her baby girl and she got her back this past Friday. She was much bigger and a lot dirtier from being a mostly outside/garage dog these past two years, but was still a beautiful sight, all the same. 

I waited with my sister on Friday for Maggie to be dropped off and that time was full of anxiety and worry and stress. My sister could not sit still for one second. 

Long story short...Maggie is back with her Mama now. It will be a condo life for her now, but my sister is working hard to help her adjust. There are no words for my happiness and relief for my sister and especially for Maggie. She has a home with attention and family and love.


She's already found her favorite spot. It's right by the window where she can look out and down at all the goings on in the courtyard below.

Now, I just hope that all my sister's wishes come true...

Welcome home, sweet Maggie girl. We've missed you. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Vintage Dogs

A WWI medic and his dog. Isn't this a beautiful photograph? Look at that dog. You can see the intelligence in his eyes. 

 I love old things, aka vintage...artwork, furniture, nick-knacks and photographs. I decided to do a search on Pinterest for "Vintage Dog" and these are a few pictures I decided to share. I, especially, like the candid pics and the ones that seem to be a snapshot in time. I love almost any image of a country girl and her dog...outside, barefoot, a little dirty, but, no matter what, a dog by her side.

 Banjo Buddies

 A girl and her nanny. 

 This country girl looks like a little Cynthia Powell, aka my mama, but she doesn't have a face full of freckles. 

 All of the dogs in these pics seem so ready to pose and most have a smiles on their faces! Good times...

Ok, so no dog in this one. But you gotta love the 70's shag carpet, stylin' drapes, crazy standing ash tray (hey, it was Kentucky) and the Pepsi ("pop") on the table. I can see my Lucas in this picture. The title of the jpeg is actually lukilookalike. :)

Friday, February 6, 2015

Friday, December 26, 2014

Bittersweet Time...

Like all of us in my house, Buddy is sad and missing his big brother Dingo. It's so weird to think that, somehow, he knows what happened. I'm spoiling him as much as I can and hope that is helping. He will not leave my side when I am home and I think he keeps looking for Dingo, which is really hard for me to watch. It's still so new and overwhelming for me, but giving Buddy extra love and attention helps a bit. I had to walk out of church on Christmas Eve because the music and singing were just too painful, especially when they started singing Silent Night. That song is so beautifully sad on a good day and to hear it right now was too much for my broken heart. My boys are being strong, but I know how heartbroken my oldest son, Dominic, is. He doesn't show emotion too much and this was very hard for him, which made it all the more painful for me. When my youngest son Lucas saw me crying so much, he said "Mom, don't be sad for Dingo. He's with God", it was just about the sweetest thing for him to say and I realized that is how he is coping. It makes him feel better to think Dingo is in a better place. 

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and all that jazz...

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Goodbye, My Dingo

He was fine. Then he wasn’t. Then he died. In a matter of hours, my life changed forever and I lost my beloved Dingo. He was my walking partner, my guard dog and my muse and my friend.
I know he was 11 and had a great long life, but I wasn’t ready for him to leave me yet.  I didn’t even know my heart was capable of being so utterly devastated.
I love him and will miss him every single day for the rest of my life. I really have no words to express my grief, so I will probably just be silent for a good long while.
Rest easy, boy. Mama loves you very much. Thanks for being the best protector a girl could ever ask for.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Not Fair, Mama!

Yes, that is Mama's chicken in the background. I had not seen her in months and then she showed up, so I decided to have a little fun. Dingo absolutely loves that chicken. He's never been able to do anything other than sniff it, but he wants to eat and destroy it so bad, that every time I press the squeaker, he's at full attention and licks his lips, every single, squeak. Every one!

The room that Mama's Chicken is in is a room in which the dogs are not allowed. I have such a busy life, that I have to have some restrictions and that is a restricted room. They know that there is an invisible line and Mama's Chicken is just on the other side of it. I placed her on top of some of my decorating books and left her there. I wanted to see what he would do. Oh, I guarantee you that he wanted to go over and take her, but he just sat there, pretending not to notice that she was there. I'm sure he was just waiting for me to leave so he could cross the line. Of course, I didn't leave her there, because, knowing me, I would forget and come back to her flat as a pancake and stuffing all around. That would make me sad!

It was fun to tease my Oldtimer a little bit. We still find ways to have a good time and it's these little moments that soothe the soul and this time I actually laughed...out loud, so that is always a good thing.

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