If i repeat anything in this post, you have heard before...it is only because that was something about Dobie that gave me good memories and many smiles. At his healthiest he was my little "bastard leg lifter"!! I am very sure that at one time or another, he raised his leg on every piece of furniture I owned, both Kati and Molly more than once or twice......and certainly every bush he ever walked by. He took his marking duties very serious and enjoyed every minute of every single leg lift!!
Dobie went to go be with Molly and all his other little dog cousins on Wed. evening, January 9. We had a great day, ate all his favorite foods and he did his best to go to all his favorite places in the yard. His bad legs were not his friend the last few days and i am very sure he would have dragged them until they feel off. He really did a great job handling his illness and learning what he could and could not do with his failing rear end.
He never met anyone he did not immediately try to love on and give many kisses. He was indeed a man of kisses and tongue lapping. He would give you kisses until you either had to push him away or he finally got the message you were wet enough. He loved to go on car rides and chase geckos in his giant non-Arizona sized yard. I have to admit when I bought this house i certainly had the dogs in mind. I have a little under 1/4 an acre and all three dogs walked the entire yard many times in their lives. Kati is still getting in her time. Dobie loved to howl at the beagle that lives four houses down the road. He could be inside or out and hear that darn dog go to howling and he was just as fast at getting the greeting returned. He was quite the lover and fence hugger dog.........meaning, when we had dogs in the yard next to use, he was at the fence regularly making his presence known and saying HI! to the dogs in the next yards over.
I guess his claim to fame among friends was getting out the dog door. It was always hard to tell if he was just nuts and did not always realize he could just walk out the door, as opposed to trying to get a running start. There is some thinking, that it hurt for him to go out the dog door. And in the end, that probably was not too far off in the thinking but sure would have been nice if he could have squealed in pain a time or two as a signal. He would go at the door, 6-7 times acting like it was not open all the way until he would finally bolt thru it. My friends said i should have made a video but never got that done.........who knew we would run out time and good legs to get him thru the door. Remember that with your furr friends, you do eventually run out of time.....and sometimes long before you expect it.
He also was silly about his sleeping habits. He slept in his own bed that would sit on the side of my bed. If you were to touch him in the night, or before he thought it was time to be bothered........he would growl at you like a lawn mower trying to start. Sleeping and being in his bed, were one of the few things that never changed for him as he got weaker. If only he could have just stayed curled up in that ball with his head sticking out just enough to keep you in his sights.
Well, that's all for now.......more later.
I guess his claim to fame among friends was getting out the dog door. It was always hard to tell if he was just nuts and did not always realize he could just walk out the door, as opposed to trying to get a running start. There is some thinking, that it hurt for him to go out the dog door. And in the end, that probably was not too far off in the thinking but sure would have been nice if he could have squealed in pain a time or two as a signal. He would go at the door, 6-7 times acting like it was not open all the way until he would finally bolt thru it. My friends said i should have made a video but never got that done.........who knew we would run out time and good legs to get him thru the door. Remember that with your furr friends, you do eventually run out of time.....and sometimes long before you expect it.
He also was silly about his sleeping habits. He slept in his own bed that would sit on the side of my bed. If you were to touch him in the night, or before he thought it was time to be bothered........he would growl at you like a lawn mower trying to start. Sleeping and being in his bed, were one of the few things that never changed for him as he got weaker. If only he could have just stayed curled up in that ball with his head sticking out just enough to keep you in his sights.
No comments:
Post a Comment