was laid to rest on Thursday, August 26th at 4:40pm by his attending vet.
Mom and I were with him. He went very quickly.
He was 16 years old, deaf, blind and unable to walk very far. He had recently come down with breathing difficulties and for the last few days was growing worse. Mom made the decision to have him put down when it became obvious he was slowly and painfully dying.
"Wheezie" as he was popularly known, was the family dog altho no one claimed him. (This was sort of the "running joke" in the family. "He's not *my* dog" was the answer to any question).
He was one of the most spoiled animals ever. He was a pure bred Peke and I have posted numerous pictures of him over the years. His many names included: Baby Woo, Shovel-Jaw, Ring Tail, Baboon Butt, Larry Ear, Ugly Baby, Flat of the Face, The Creature, Grinch Foot and several I know I'm not quite remembering at this time.
Amy called him "the cutest little dog ever!" which was pretty true.
Wheezie absoltuely HATED to be laughed at. If he thought you were laughing AT him (you could just point and laugh at him for no reason), he would bark incessantly. It was a cheap thrill.
His favorite things were ice cream, mom's lap and laying on the AC vent in the summer. He loved to go for rides in the car and he was very smart.
His mortal enemy was a squeaky corncob that had belonged to Cris. For some reason, Wheezer HATED this corncob with a passion. Just the mere SIGHT of the thing (when he could see it) would send him into a frenzy of barking and growling. God forbid you'd actually squeak the thing around him! He would attack it as he was barking his head off. And he wouldn't stop barking - even after you'd hidden the thing away.
He'd run to the last place he'd seen the cob and bark frantically as he scoured the area for it.
It was absolutely hilarious and you succeeded in tormenting mom and the dog at the same time! What a deal!
No one could figure out why he hated that thing so. We still have it somewhere. I'll have to pull it out and look at it.
I'm going to miss the old geezer. He was my woo, "my son" and he gave us many happy and entertaining years. He had a good LONG life and was spoiled beyond belief.
My two Flat Faces are doing fine. Tobs just keeps getting fatter (I can't understand why since he eats less than The Batface.) He seems to be doing just fine aside from his roly-polyness.
The Batface gets on her "needy jags" where she wants to be in my face constantly. I had to yell at her a couple of times last week because she was "scratching" on some dresses that had pins in them. She'd jump on the couch and start to scratch on my dresses to make her "bed". I'm surprised she didn't get stuck with one of the pins. I finally had to hang them up so she couldn't get on them and get stuck.
We are still going for our walks every day. We don't make it far because of the heat but that doesn't stop them from barking to go or tearing out the door when I open it.
Yesterday when we went home, Tobs "wooed" at mom several times when he walked in their house. I'm not sure what that means. He usually does it when he's excited so I can only guess he was glad to see her.
She stuffed him full of Wheezies left over treats. He was so fat I had to carry him into the house when we got home. Freakin' spoiling my dog! Like he don't get enough spoiling at my house!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 11:15 AM
It has been a long while since I've posted. I went to Pennsic and returned (mostly) unscathed. A little worse for wear (as usual) but happy and content.
The one thing I don't like about war is going back to work. Ugh. Makes me realize how unfulfilling and unhappy it makes me. I truly envy anyone who likes their job - wait! I should probably re-phrase that. I truly envy anyone who doesn't dread going to work because their management is so bad.
It's not the JOB or the WORK I don't like. I don't mind it and it can be pretty interesting. However, the management is bogus. My direct manager is an imbicle who is more interested in her own self-promotion than actually knowing what's going on. She's completely out of touch which makes her insecure and paranoid. And you can't tell her what's going on or she flies into a hysterical panic. We pretty much dread seeing she's in the office.
And nobody will do anything about her because some big-wig brought her in and can't admit he made a mistake in hiring her. So we're stuck with this incompetent, insecure moron.
Anyway - it was nice to be away at war where the only thing I had to concern myself with was staying hydrated. The two days I was on the battlefield were around 105F with the heat index. It was pretty toasty but it beats the hell outta snow.
I missed my creatures and they were glad to see me. There was so much smelling and tail wagging you'd think I would have been gone for a year. When I brought the clothes in, Bella had to go over EVERY SINGLE ITEM with a fine-tooth nose. She has been out in the garage every day smelling everything that came back with me. I guess it must be like something falling from Mars for her.
Tobs has been wanting more attention than normal which is cute. So I scoop him up and love on him. He doesn't care for that as much as he likes me to scratch his back and rub his ears.
Bella wants in my lap constantly but that's ok. I'm getting used to it now so it isn't as annoying as it was at first.
I still miss my Butter. I probably always will. I loved that fang-faced creature with my whole heart.
Abrupt Subject Change - What I learned at Pennsic:
How to start a fire like a moderately intelligent Saxon, left-handed calligraphy, seige cooking, hard cheese making, brewing, cordial making and that I still don't like mornings.
I also learned that (most) people appreciate the smallest gesture of gratitude and really want to be productive. (Don't ruin my Pollyanna outlook on this, 'k?)
On the disturbing side, I realized that I'm considered something of a "freak show" and strange people show up to spend time with me because of that. WTF??
The yard was completely overgrown with Morning Glories and Sweet Pea vines when I got home. My bro mowed and trimmed for me but he refuses to have anything to do with the flowers. I also had tomatoes falling off the vines so I collected them and gave them to mom.
The peppers aren't doing so well but it seems no one else's are, either. I guess there must be some sort of blight or something on the peppers this year.
Two of my rose bushes have bloomed PROFUSELY! My City of London rose smells soooooo incredibly good - almost like it's fake. And it is beautiful - a light pink color with tight buds that open to an old-fashoined rose profile. I really like them altho I will need to get a support for them since it has grown so much.
I have a huge "dews" list for the garden once the weather cools. Mostly replanting stuff and cleaning up stuff. Plenty enough to keep me busy - aside from all of the other "things" I like to do (like skate and brew and the like).
That's pretty much it. I'll try and post more details at a later date.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 3:27 PM
