Saturday, July 30, 2011

Meet Banjo

It was very, very quiet in our house. Too quiet.

By the time Goldie had been gone for three weeks, we were ready for another dog to love. We had first met "Elroy" just two weeks after Goldie died, when we wandered by an adoption day in the Petsmart parking lot. There was this whiskery faced black and brown terrier in a crate, looking lively. I looked over in time to see the little guy lock eyes with Mark and stick his paw out of the crate to him. It really was love at first sight. But, we weren't ready yet, so we went home - confident that when we were ready there would be a wonderful dog for us, and that Elroy would certainly find a home. Several families were also looking at him that day. How could you not want to take home that face?


One week later we had had enough of our quiet home and were ready to bring home another dog to love. We all immediately thought of Elroy, and we emailed the rescue group who brought him to Petsmart. He was not only still available, but he was going to be coming back to Petsmart that very Saturday. We had a few reservations, however. Elroy was a terrier. Terriers bark and dig and are generally the personality opposite of an old Golden Retriever. Were we ready for such a high demand dog? For such a change?

Back at Petsmart on Saturday, Elroy went straight from the rescue group's van to our waiting arms . . . where he proceeded to bark loud, fast, and nonstop at every dog within sight. It was a little bit of an "oh no" moment. Could we really handle this dog? I gave Mark my "I don't know about this" face, but knew he was too far gone to walk away. Really, we all were. 


Elroy is now Banjo. He did not know his name, so renaming wasn't a problem and he now readily answers to Banjo. He is learning quickly - he's mostly housebroken, knows how to sit, comes to a clicker or whistle and mostly to "come!" But he is indeed a strong willed terrier. He has had few moments of aggressive barking and training is in full swing. We think he might be a Yorky/Mountain Goat cross, because he climbs everywhere - the back of the couch, the table if he can get there, and from footrest to footrest across the living room couch and chairs.


Or maybe he's a little known kind of terrier - Insect Terrier. Flies, June bugs, or anything that flies is hunted down with single minded determination. He also loves to chase the water from the hose across the yard. On the hot days we've had, this has been loads of fun!

Playing in the hose is usually followed by drying off in the grass or swing. Nothing better than being tired, wet, and covered in grass!





We may be biased, but Banjo is smart. Part of his original appeal were his bright, inquisitive eyes. He is curious about everything and watching him try to figure something out can be hilarious. Here he is watching a youtube video of a barking yorkie puppy on my computer. Cute!



A new family member is an adventure. We don't know all of his history, and he does come with a little baggage. Was he abused? Frightened? At just three months of age he was found wandering on the south side of Indianapolis and taken to Animal Care and Control. His family, if he had one, had just four days to find him before he would be slated to euthanasia. No one came for him. Fortunately, Rescue Farm regularly checks the shelter for adoptable dogs who are slated to be euthanized, and they picked up the unnamed pup and took him to their shelter. Unlike the overwhelmed county facility, they believe in naming their dogs, and so they gave him the name Elroy. We are grateful for their work - in the process of finding Banjo we read the stories of dozens of dogs in their care. Some had homes they were happy in, only to have their families abandon them due to life circumstances. Some grew up in puppy mills or with abusive owners. Rescue work is not for the faint of heart, but I'm so glad they do what they do so that Banjo's bright spark was not lost.

Obedience classes begin for Banjo (or for us?) today, back at Petsmart. Rescue Farms will be there again, with another van full of dogs that need loving homes. It's probably better that I not look too closely - Banjo is all we can handle. But maybe next summer there will be another Elroy for us???


Sunday, July 3, 2011

The power of a snap


It is a sad time here at the Dobbs' house. On Friday, we had to say goodbye to our beloved Goldie. Eighteen months ago she was diagnosed with a slow growing cancer, and we were sure the end was coming. But she stayed fairly symptom free and happy until earlier this year. Then she began having more trouble with arthritis, and her heart began to be enlarged. Her eyes were clouded with cataracts and she was almost completely deaf. Still her life was very good. She ate (lived to eat, actually), loved to greet us when we got home (although she now often slept through our arrival), and love to take walks (shorter and slower but begged for nonetheless). Our Goldie aged gracefully, for the most part. Her face was completely white, but she was still a strikingly beautiful dog. As she aged she lost all inhibition when it came to trash cans, or raiding the pantry, and she had no problem at all barking at us to get what she wanted. She was almost 15.

On Friday she ran across the yard as she always did - to bark at passing kids - and injured her back leg. She could not put any pressure on it at all. I carried her inside, and we drove to the vet, her head in Amy's lap. She had torn a ligament on one of her back legs, completely disabling it. The injury that would require surgery to fix; a surgery she could not survive. Her age and her arthritis wouldn't let her manage on three legs, even if  her heart would have held out. We also knew that in the last few days her lungs had begun to fill with the fluid that marks true congestive heart failure. As much as we'd prepared, as much as we'd known it was coming, we weren't prepared in one hour's time to hear that it was the end. And it definitely was. The three of us cried and told her goodbye as the doctor injected her leg and she drifted quickly to sleep. It was wrenching.

There is such a fine line between life and death. One moment she was living, breathing, connecting, loving and the next all that is left is the shell. We drove home without a word. Shocked. And so began the grieving process.

We are still very much in the  midst of the grieving for our Goldie. Little things stop us in our tracks - like not putting a dish on the floor for her to lick. Thinking we see her or hear her in the house. Coming down in the middle of the night and finding the downstairs empty and silent. Watching a movie without once pausing to let Goldie out. But one thing that has really helped us in these first days is our photos. Looking at the snapshots of her life makes us miss her, but they also make us smile and tell stories, and remember what a very wonderful thing our relationship with her was.

Her portrait, ball, and collar now have a special place on the family photo shelf and Amy and I are going through photo albums, digital files, and the many stories Amy wrote about her when she was young. All of these will go into a book about Goldie, along with each of our memories. But as much as we'll love having the book - it will really be the process of writing it and compiling it that will be the healing for us.

The dark side of grief would have us retreat, withdraw, and avoid the pain . . . but these images from our years with Goldie draw us out of that place. There's more pain but also more joy in remembering her life as we sort photos, tell stories, laugh, and cry. Together.  It helps us move beyond remembering the death, to remembering the life. And what an exuberant, passionate, energetic, fun, and loving life it was.

These fall photos were taken not long after we brought Goldie home.

Goldie loved to do anything that Amy did. For some reason Goldie was always trying to dig a hole through the bottom of the pool.
Goldie loved the snow, especially catching snowballs!
4H obedience class was not really a success, but Amy loved it.
Eagle Creek Park
Fresh from horseback riding lessons, 11 year old Amy is ready for a walk with Goldie.


No, she was not supposed to be up on the furniture, but she just looked so cute!

One of my favorite pictures: They both look so content and happy!

Goldie is pouting and being made to sit for the picture. She knows what suitcases are and packing for college felt ominous to her.

Fortunately, there were always joyous reunions!

In the last year, Goldie seemed to work extra hard at getting into trouble. It was a second puppyhood of misbehavior. Only now you couldn't train her out of it. Below - she was so intent on rummaging through the trashcan that she didn't even notice the trashcan lid around her neck. We walked down to find tissue on the floor, and a completely innocent looking dog with an incriminating necklace.

Goldie was never a fan of dressing up. She'd put up with it for only so long. Here is her signature long-suffering look.



We will never forget this smile and the spark that Goldie brought into our family!



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