Goodbye gentle golden eyes,
Goodbye prints of mammoth size.
Goodbye happy leaping greets,
Goodbye chewed up cushion seats.
Goodbye garden statue muncher,
Goodbye front porch floorboard luncher.
Goodbye manic squirrel pursuits,
And half-eaten children's rubber boots.
Goodbye swimming wet dog shakes,
Goodbye midnight barking wakes.
Goodbye friend who played with logs,
Chewed our cars and chased wild hogs.
Goodbye Bo, your life was short,
But lived like the most joyous sort.
Now you're in Heaven looking down,
Serving as an Angel's clown.
Chasing things down streets of gold,
Forever young and never old.
By: Annie Baker 4/16/11
That poem seemed to help everyone feel a little better because it reminded us all just what a comical dog he had been. We all knew we wanted to get another dog for the farm too, because it just isn't the same to drive up and not be greeted by a big dog. At first my parents discussed buying a puppy from a breeder. I quickly talked them out of that. I used to volunteer and train dogs with the Humane Society and I know that there are so many wonderful dogs at shelters waiting to be rescued and you can get an adult dog and skip that awful "puppy" stage where everything gets chewed up, pooped on, peed on, etc. So I showed my parents how to use petfinder.com to see some dogs that were locally available, but since often times ALL the dogs they have aren't posted I suggested we take a trip to the shelter and see what kinds of dogs were there. We also brought my little dog Suzi to make sure any new dog we found was going to be nice to her because we all share the same property. My parents' home is on one end of the property and mine is on the other. We also brought my daughter to make sure the prospective dogs would be good with kids. This is a picture of my little dog.
So now while I'm sitting around the house feeling sick and miserable with this crappy lupus flare that we can't seem to get under control, I'll have a sick buddy to commiserate with. The dogs are being spayed and neutered this weekend and we get to go and pick them up Monday afternoon and I can't wait. My mom wants the Doberman to be her yard dog, but after he spends a month in my house and I get him trained he is clearly going to be my dog! LOL My dad said the way I treat my animals, I'll have the dog so spoiled he won't want anything to do with my mom, so she needs to plan on that dog being mine. HA HA I think my dad is right! I told mom she can visit Chopper when I take him outside. LOL Now let's just pray that Chopper gets along with our ferrets, Fibbit and Woozle. I'm going to have to be very careful with that introduction.
So I'm happy to report that I am in better spirits because of all this dog business even though my body is still refusing to get on the happy bandwagon with my mind. I was telling my niece and nephews about the new dogs coming home Monday and they are all excited too. Amazing how a couple of dogs can lift everyone's spirits! Even Suzi is happy that she got to meet new friends today and be part of the screening process, because she is always going to be the top dog around here.