Pet Stories

"It didn’t occur to me when I was pulling into the driveway in February of 2003, that my life was about to change. I walked in the door to find my roommate frantic on the phone with his mother. He pointed to the backroom and said, “Keesha was just mauled by the neighbor’s dog!”

“Oh, Dear God!” I thought and ran to the backroom. When I opened the door, my heart sank. Our poor 10-year-old poodle-mix was laying on the cold, concrete floor in a pool of blood, panting. I gasped when I bent down and saw her abdomen beginning to swell.

I truly believe my Thor is not quite "working with a full deck" and I have to wonder if he has ANY survival instincts at all!

Incident #1:

   While viewing the breathtaking scenery at Point Waronsoff - David and Thor were standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean. Thor looks down at the sheer drop-off and decides to jump off! (thank DoG he was wearing a harness). Poor David is left standing there looking incredulously at Thor who is now dangling off the cliff wagging his tail and giving a small woof of triumph!

Mish Mish sat by the door, patiently staring back into the kitchen at me.

“Meow,” she finally insisted.

“You want to go into the backyard?” I asked. “But it’s still raining.”

Our fluffy orange tabby sat up, dog-like, on her little haunches, her raised front paws seemed to beg. Where she had learned this endearing gesture I will never know.

At 12:30 am on Tuesday, May 19, 2009 my best friend in the whole world, my 16 year old black Lab, Sugar, died in my arms. I don't have any close family so Sugar meant everything to me.

I knew a few days before she died that Sugar was very sick and might not live. I went to the local humane society to register to adopt a dog. I had adopted Sugar 10 years before.