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Dingy Dog

4/20/2014

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More than a few years back, Molly, my dog of eight years died. She was part Australian cattle dog and part (we think) Kelpie. Basically, she was a mutt, but she was a pretty cool mutt. She could launch her 45 pounds into the air to catch a Frisbee or a ball in a way that made you think she might be able to fly. She was lovey when you needed it. She was also loyal and put up with a ton of shit from a guy who was too immature to totally appreciate what a great dog she was.

Her death was a sudden thing. She went outside, then came back in and lay down on the floor by my desk. A few minutes later she began making noises like she was going to vomit.

These things happen when you own a dog, so no biggie.

I told her to go outside and, (obedient dog that she was), she got up and staggered towards the living room before collapsing in the hallway. Within a half hour, she was dead.

We tried to get her to a vet in time. To his credit, the vet did all he could do. He put her on oxygen, gave her a number of shots, but it was too late. Later, he informed us that his guess was that when Molly was originally outside she may have bitten at a wasp and was stung inside her throat. She went into anaphylactic shock, her lungs quickly filled with liquid, and that was all she wrote.

It was the only time I can remember crying over an animal. We were raised to believe that animals were animals and people were people –the same emotional attachments should not apply.

Since we don’t have a lot of property around our house we had the vet dispose of the body and my wife, two daughters and I buried her favorite toy in the back yard as a way to have some kind of closure.

The loss of Molly came during what was one of the worst years of my life. There were other losses, a motorcycle accident, and more that I won’t go into here.

I swore I wouldn’t get another dog for a long, long while. I didn’t want to discredit the loss of Molly that way. I didn’t want to invest time and emotion in another pet that soon. I made a vow that I wouldn’t even consider another dog for at least a year.

And then, eight months later, we met Maggie.


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Maggie is a German Shepherd. German Shepherds are regal, intelligent, strong, dignified. She was a sweet puppy, but I don’t know if she had that natural dignity thing down yet.

One of the first things she did was dig up the toy we had buried in memory of Molly.

And because she was a puppy, her ears flopped over, making her look a little less than smart.

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As a puppy she was about the size of what her head is now.  

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Now she’s about 85 pounds of dingy. Oh sure, she tries to understand what you’re saying. She demonstrates this by cocking her head to one side.

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She can’t catch a Frisbee, but she’s hella-strong. As a joke we tried playing fetch with her using a fence board. She was okay with that.

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She’s a sweet dog, but is able to convince anyone who comes to the door that she’s a maniacal, rabid, monster with razor sharp teeth. Of course, all they’d have to do is toss her a cookie and she’d be their friend for life.


She stays within her boundaries, but still likes to keep an eye on what’s going on in the neighborhood.
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She recognizes the sound of the UPS truck and it bothers her whenever it goes by, because sometimes it stops at the house and a stranger comes to the door. Strangers are exciting!

She’s used to receiving a Meaty Bone and having her dog run cleaned just as soon as I get home.

And she can be lovey.


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I still miss Molly. I’m not in love with Maggie.

After all, she’s just a dog, right?


6 Comments
Carrie-Anne Foster link
4/20/2014 05:53:42 am

Molly sounds like she was a beautiful dog. A wonderful companion. Losing a pet can be very difficult. Especially when it happens riget in front of you. That feeling of helplessness is the worst.

I love the photos of Maggie. Those floppy ears are adorable! German Shepards are such a gorgeous breed. Even the way they walk. It is almost a lope.

You aren't fooling anyone, Joe. You love your Maggie. She's more than just a dog, she's your friend. :)

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Joe link
4/20/2014 09:34:42 am

Okay, you got me on that one Carrie-Anne. I guess it's hard to deny loving an animal after taking a boat-load of pictures of it and writing a blog about it!

Maggie is a sweetheart and I guess I'll keep her around for awhile.

Thanks for your comments! It's always good to hear from you!

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Kathleen
4/22/2014 10:58:45 am

I can't believe you forgot to mention that she reads! She has a great love for aging porn stars. Whatcha gonna do?

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William link
6/19/2014 04:10:38 pm

I know, right? She still goes on about "The Last Day for Rob Rhino." What can I say? She has great taste in authors.

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DD
8/13/2014 12:27:15 pm

As Carrie Anne said you ain't fooling anyone, you love that lovable beast. As for Molly she was a wonderful dog and I have very fond memories of the few times I met her. She and your family I miss.

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William link
8/13/2014 12:53:53 pm

Yes, you're right DD, Maggie is pretty special, but I don't think I'll ever forget Mollie. Things have been hectic lately, but hope we can see you again soon.

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