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Hey guys,

I had a thought. Yeah sometimes my brain hurts when I have them. haha

Who is up for some fun sharing pets whether they are yours or a family pet or a friend's pet you like and share us a story!

I'll start. As I don't have a pet, please meet Calypso. :001_cool: He is my sister's Jack Russell terrier and is adorable. This picture is when I last saw him when he was a little puppy but he is more grown up now.

He loves barking a lot and jumping around and my sister was jealous that when I came over he behaved himself with me and she couldn't get that behaviour. I had watched some Cesar Millan 'Dog Whisperer' TV shows and asserted my alpha male side to Hugo. I later bought my sister some Cesar DVDs for her next birthday.

Undie (old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to)
 

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The Macallan 12 Year Old

This is Macallan, our little Beagle mix mutt-ly. She is 12 now, but we aren't really sure of her age as she had been a stray that we rescued from the shelter. When we moved to our home here in Denver, she finally had a real yard that she could run and play in, and she was the happiest little girl ever! Our yard is filled with Blue Spruce trees that are 50 years old. They are roughly 30 feet tall. The squirrels love to chase each other round and round the yard, jumping from tree to tree. She soon learned that a Spruce tree's branches wind around much like a spiral staircase, and so our little 25 pound dog would climb and climb and climb to the top of the tree. She would then perch about 3 feet from the top and watch all the happenings. She would chase the squirrels down and back up again, over and over all day. The first time she got herself up there, she sat and whined until I managed to coax her down.

Since dogs aren't meant to climb like that, the strain on her legs was too much and she eventually ruptured both her ACLs. So, she's now partly bionic, and we had to put the kabosh on her climbing. We removed the bottom branches so she couldn't reach the lowest one in her favorite tree. About 4 years ago, she managed to get herself up there by sheer determination, and she got stuck. The tree had grown a lot in the years she had been out of the tree, and she couldn't find as clear a path down. She whined and whined but there wasn't much I could do to help but to coax her. She decided she was fearless and invincible, apparently, and jumped from the tree, from 30 feet up. All I can say is that the branches she swept past must have broken her fall some, because she landed solidly on the ground, belly crawled over to me as I gaped at her in horror, shook herself soundly and scampered off to chase another squirrel.

She isn't well now, we don't know how much longer she will be with us, but we love our fearless Macallan with all our hearts and are grateful she came into our lives. She's a scrappy bitch, so I suspect she'll hang in there for longer than any of us can imagine possible.
 

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Hey guys,

I had a thought. Yeah sometimes my brain hurts when I have them. haha

Who is up for some fun sharing pets whether they are yours or a family pet or a friend's pet you like and share us a story!

I'll start. As I don't have a pet, please meet Calypso. :001_cool: He is my sister's Jack Russell terrier and is adorable. This picture is when I last saw him when he was a little puppy but he is more grown up now.

He loves barking a lot and jumping around and my sister was jealous that when I came over he behaved himself with me and she couldn't get that behaviour. I had watched some Cesar Millan 'Dog Whisperer' TV shows and asserted my alpha male side to Hugo. I later bought my sister some Cesar DVDs for her next birthday.

Undie (old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to)

This is Macallan, our little Beagle mix mutt-ly. She is 12 now, but we aren't really sure of her age as she had been a stray that we rescued from the shelter. When we moved to our home here in Denver, she finally had a real yard that she could run and play in, and she was the happiest little girl ever!...She isn't well now, we don't know how much longer she will be with us, but we love our fearless Macallan with all our hearts and are grateful she came into our lives. She's a scrappy bitch, so I suspect she'll hang in there for longer than any of us can imagine possible.

Dear Undie and Lovelumps,

Let me introduce my MeMe. She is a Yorkie and was originally owned by a 95 year old lady that had to go to a nursing home. Then she came to live with my mother until her death 3 years later. Then, MeMe decided to take up residence with me on her own terms and pre-set conditions that I consented to her becoming my security dog, 10 pounds dripping wet. With no wiggle room, I was forced to agree with her terms. She loved everything and most everyone, except for those pesty men, that is right, I said men. Fortunately, in the three years living with my mother, she had finally learned to accept me, but to the exclusion of all other males. I was comforted by this arrangement as I knew she would never leave me for another male. At first, she would nip at their pants cuffs of my nephew showing her distrust and displeasure, followed by almost unending barking. But I could easily understand her having little exposure to other males when considering her original elderly owner.

After rearranging the furniture to suit her taste, MeMe became the ever dutiful security dog extraordinare with little more than her nose peeking through the front curtains stealthly avoiding detection while preforming her duties. Although surgerically altered to avoid any offspring, she did have one blindspot. When it came to other male dogs, she was strictly an equal opportunity diva when seeking attention from the opposite sex. It mattered little to her if the dog weighes 150 pound or more than her. In fact it seemed the bigger the better. She had to do everything in her repetoire to gain the other dog's undevided attention though seperated by walls and glass and a fence. Those were minor trivilaties that she could easily overcome. However, when actually facing a dog nose to nose, she suddenly started shaking as if she had seen a ghost or maybe even suffered from advanced Parkinson's.

She had a fenced in backyard as she was oblivious to all cars, and was definitely car-challenged as a passenger. She always wanted, after the car was in motion, to get in my lap sharing the air conditioning vent on my left while playing with the power window switches until locked, and putting her creative nose prints on the side windows as her preferred form of artistic expression. She was a natural at jumping as nothing was too high for her to reach. Every day returning from school upon reaching the back door, she was jumping as high as the door knob until I opened the dead bolt. Every day I felt like a Movie Star after winning an Oscar. She was such a joy to come home to.

Being a diva, she was strong willed and blessed with much personality and determination. When you threw her a ball, she either went for it as if her life depended on it or she looked at me questioning what was I doing bothering her with that, just to have to return it and chase it once again. Sorta like a "Miss Piggy" moment, you know! What ever she did, she had that "terrier mojo" working for her and she did it with gusto and all due haste. She had only one speed, lightning fast.

About 2 1/2 years ago, Meme had the great misfortune at age 13 of having kidney failure and all of this ended, lightning fast, just as she lived her life. Her memory goes on today like the Ever ready bunny she was in life.


Stimpy
 
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Undie I like this thread. I think all of the animals are awesome...

Here is my Pitt Bull. Her name is Xena. I never really wanted a Pitt Bull. My friends dog got pregnant by accident. She was struggling to find them all good homes and our local SPCA puts them down if they don't find a home within three days. Many people raise these dogs to be fighting dogs. This is very sad that this happens but it is a reality. The dog breed is very easy to train. I kind of took her as a rescue and the fact that my brother has been mugged three times in the last 18 years. With his loss of mobility getting worse daily I decided to raise her and train her as a therapy dog for him. She is very well behaved and would probably kiss you to death before she would ever consider attacking. She plays great with other dogs bigger and smaller than herself. She has been well socialized and at a year old. She already picks up thing for my brother sits, lays down, stays, and comes on command. She can do the usual paw shake too. She will not touch food on the floor unless she receives the command and she will not walk out the door with out command either. So, she is almost ready for her certification. She still likes to chase those pesky cats, squirrels, and such etc... LOL But we my brother and I both love her dearly now and would not trade her for the world...:wink: I really love her ears...
 

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Let me say this...

Undie I like this thread. I think all of the animals are awesome...

Here is my Pitt Bull. Her name is Xena. I never really wanted a Pitt Bull. My friends dog got pregnant by accident. She was struggling to find them all good homes and our local SPCA puts them down if they don't find a home within three days. Many people raise these dogs to be fighting dogs. This is very sad that this happens but it is a reality. The dog breed is very easy to train. I kind of took her as a rescue and the fact that my brother has been mugged three times in the last 18 years. With his loss of mobility getting worse daily I decided to raise her and train her as a therapy dog for him. She is very well behaved and would probably kiss you to death before she would ever consider attacking. She plays great with other dogs bigger and smaller than herself. She has been well socialized and at a year old. She already picks up thing for my brother sits, lays down, stays, and comes on command. She can do the usual paw shake too. She will not touch food on the floor unless she receives the command and she will not walk out the door with out command either. So, she is almost ready for her certification. She still likes to chase those pesky cats, squirrels, and such etc... LOL But we my brother and I both love her dearly now and would not trade her for the world...:wink: I really love her ears...

Dearest Jayman,

Xena looks like a real sweetie to me and it sounds like she is the local favorite at your house. Some dogs can be so intuitive to know exactly what you are thinking and just simply the best at providing unconditional love. i am sure she is a great benefit to both your brother as she is to you. Now i guess you can no longer deny the fact that there is a lady co-habitating in your residence, after all. That lady no doubt being Xena, of course! I too must confess I, likewise, have cohabitated with a lady, MeMe, for some memorable and cherished 7 years.

Regardless of their size, my MeMe created a huge vaccuum in my house upon her untimely departure. Xena seems to have that same multiplicative quality too. When considering her powerful presence in the world, one would have to surmise that..."The whole is greater than the sum of the parts", much greater indeed for a pet that serves such a vital role as Xena.

Now that I have been formally introduced to your Xena, tell her I am most charmed indeed by her soulful eyes and I do love her ears too! It has been more than a pleasure to meet the lady of your house, Jayman.


Sincerely,


Stimpy
 
Dearest Jayman,

Xena looks like a real sweetie to me and it sounds like she is the local favorite at your house. Some dogs can be so intuitive to know exactly what you are thinking and just simply the best at providing unconditional love. i am sure she is a great benefit to both your brother as she is to you. Now i guess you can no longer deny the fact that there is a lady co-habitating in your residence, after all. That lady no doubt being Xena, of course! I too must confess I, likewise, have cohabitated with a lady, MeMe, for some memorable and cherished 7 years.

Regardless of their size, my MeMe created a huge vaccuum in my house upon her untimely departure. Xena seems to have that same multiplicative quality too. When considering her powerful presence in the world, one would have to surmise that..."The whole is greater than the sum of the parts", much greater indeed for a pet that serves such a vital role as Xena.

Now that I have been formally introduced to your Xena, tell her I am most charmed indeed by her soulful eyes and I do love her ears too! It has been more than a pleasure to meet the lady of your house, Jayman.


Sincerely,


Stimpy

Thank you. I will let her know.:001_cool: I can see how Me me could give you so much pleasure too. My prayers are with her and with you as you fill that void.
 
Pets are awesome......

Lovelumps, Stimpy and Jayman,

Your pets are all awesome. Each with their own character, abilities, qualities and wonderful memories. I love Macallan's tree climbing fearlessness, MeMe's alpha female protection and Xena's talented home abilities.

The pics are soooooo good.

Undie (i've been dying to use this smilie. haha)

:postpics: :postpics:
 
Special Talent...

Lovelumps, Stimpy and Jayman,

Your pets are all awesome. Each with their own character, abilities, qualities and wonderful memories. I love Macallan's tree climbing fearlessness, MeMe's alpha female protection and Xena's talented home abilities.

The pics are soooooo good.

Undie (i've been dying to use this smilie. haha)

:postpics: :postpics:

Dear Undie,

Thank you for your kind thoughts. Were she still here, MeMe would jump waist-high in acknowledging your kind thoughts and probably sneak in a stealthy kiss or two for good measure. She had a special talent for that as well.


Sincerely,


Stimpy
 
Lovelumps, Stimpy and Jayman,

Your pets are all awesome. Each with their own character, abilities, qualities and wonderful memories. I love Macallan's tree climbing fearlessness, MeMe's alpha female protection and Xena's talented home abilities.

The pics are soooooo good.

Undie (i've been dying to use this smilie. haha)

:postpics: :postpics:

Undie I agree Calypso, Macallan, Meme, and Xena are great animals and unique and individual in their own way. I do love all of God's creatures but especially those that willingly attach themselves to us in ways that we have yet to know. They bring us peace, joy, and occasional disruption to break up the mundane old routines. Their outward personalities often reflect our inner personalities. They have a way of communicating with us with out words that is mystical. I appreciate them for being the true free spirits that they are and celebrate them for the unconditional love and affection they bring and teach us.
 
Porter Pup

Lovelumps, Stimpy and Jayman,

Your pets are all awesome. Each with their own character, abilities, qualities and wonderful memories. I love Macallan's tree climbing fearlessness, MeMe's alpha female protection and Xena's talented home abilities.

The pics are soooooo good.

Undie (i've been dying to use this smilie. haha)

:postpics: :postpics:


What a great thread! Thanks for bringing it up, Undie. I've been having a hard time dealing with the impending end of my baby's life. She's such a special girl.

We got a puppy in July of '09 in anticipation of her old age. At least when she goes we have a silly puppy to keep us going. He's one of those perpetual puppies. He's 2 now, and is just as goofy and uncoordinated as he was the day we got him. He keeps us laughing and is such a sweetie and is very careful of Macallan. His name is Porter and he's a Gordon Setter mixed with Spaniel. He's a total people person and wants to be wherever we are. He loves going for rides in the car, but we've got a problem taking him, because he gets upset and throws up.... However, I discovered that if he's in the front seat, he's fine! Spoiled little boy!!! So we've been trying little drives through the neighborhood, not much further beyond, to get him used to it so we can maybe take him up to Winter Park for a ski weekend soon.

Here's a pic of Porter. As you can see, we have a thing for black and brown dogs.
 

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What more can you say...

Undie I agree Calypso, Macallan, Meme, and Xena are great animals and unique and individual in their own way. I do love all of God's creatures but especially those that willingly attach themselves to us in ways that we have yet to know. They bring us peace, joy, and occasional disruption to break up the mundane old routines. Their outward personalities often reflect our inner personalities. They have a way of communicating with us with out words that is mystical. I appreciate them for being the true free spirits that they are and celebrate them for the unconditional love and affection they bring and teach us.

Dearest Jayman, Lovelumps, and Undie,

These blessed animals show just how trusting and loving another creature can be offering their tenderness, playfulness, and unconditional love as the benefit of having known them. Too bad not all human interaction can approach their innocence and devotion on an equally satisfying level. Were this possible, this would be a far better world in which to live and violence would become a thing of the past.

Sincerely,


Stimpy
 
Hey guys,

I had a thought. Yeah sometimes my brain hurts when I have them. haha

Who is up for some fun sharing pets whether they are yours or a family pet or a friend's pet you like and share us a story!

I'll start. As I don't have a pet, please meet Calypso. :001_cool: He is my sister's Jack Russell terrier and is adorable. This picture is when I last saw him when he was a little puppy but he is more grown up now.

He loves barking a lot and jumping around and my sister was jealous that when I came over he behaved himself with me and she couldn't get that behaviour. I had watched some Cesar Millan 'Dog Whisperer' TV shows and asserted my alpha male side to Hugo. I later bought my sister some Cesar DVDs for her next birthday.

Undie (old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to)

Calypso is incredibly cute! Jack Russell's have such amazing personalities, so full of piss and vinegar. I bet he's a handful of the best kind!
 
Undie I like this thread. I think all of the animals are awesome...

Here is my Pitt Bull. Her name is Xena. I never really wanted a Pitt Bull. My friends dog got pregnant by accident. She was struggling to find them all good homes and our local SPCA puts them down if they don't find a home within three days. Many people raise these dogs to be fighting dogs. This is very sad that this happens but it is a reality. The dog breed is very easy to train. I kind of took her as a rescue and the fact that my brother has been mugged three times in the last 18 years. With his loss of mobility getting worse daily I decided to raise her and train her as a therapy dog for him. She is very well behaved and would probably kiss you to death before she would ever consider attacking. She plays great with other dogs bigger and smaller than herself. She has been well socialized and at a year old. She already picks up thing for my brother sits, lays down, stays, and comes on command. She can do the usual paw shake too. She will not touch food on the floor unless she receives the command and she will not walk out the door with out command either. So, she is almost ready for her certification. She still likes to chase those pesky cats, squirrels, and such etc... LOL But we my brother and I both love her dearly now and would not trade her for the world...:wink: I really love her ears...

Jayman, Xena sounds wonderful! I've always wished I had a knack for dog training, but I'm such a sucker for slobbering and bad manners... I love her floppy ears! She's a beautiful dog, and I am so happy you and your brother have such a wonderful companion.
 
Dear Undie and Lovelumps,

Let me introduce my MeMe. She is a Yorkie and was originally owned by a 95 year old lady that had to go to a nursing home. Then she came to live with my mother until her death 3 years later. Then, MeMe decided to take up residence with me on her own terms and pre-set conditions that I consented to her becoming my security dog, 10 pounds dripping wet. With no wiggle room, I was forced to agree with her terms. She loved everything and most everyone, except for those pesty men, that is right, I said men. Fortunately, in the three years living with my mother, she had finally learned to accept me, but to the exclusion of all other males. I was comforted by this arrangement as I knew she would never leave me for another male. At first, she would nip at their pants cuffs of my nephew showing her distrust and displeasure, followed by almost unending barking. But I could easily understand her having little exposure to other males when considering her original elderly owner.

After rearranging the furniture to suit her taste, MeMe became the ever dutiful security dog extraordinare with little more than her nose peeking through the front curtains stealthly avoiding detection while preforming her duties. Although surgerically altered to avoid any offspring, she did have one blindspot. When it came to other male dogs, she was strictly an equal opportunity diva when seeking attention from the opposite sex. It mattered little to her if the dog weighes 150 pound or more than her. In fact it seemed the bigger the better. She had to do everything in her repetoire to gain the other dog's undevided attention though seperated by walls and glass and a fence. Those were minor trivilaties that she could easily overcome. However, when actually facing a dog nose to nose, she suddenly started shaking as if she had seen a ghost or maybe even suffered from advanced Parkinson's.

She had a fenced in backyard as she was oblivious to all cars, and was definitely car-challenged as a passenger. She always wanted, after the car was in motion, to get in my lap sharing the air conditioning vent on my left while playing with the power window switches until locked, and putting her creative nose prints on the side windows as her preferred form of artistic expression. She was a natural at jumping as nothing was too high for her to reach. Every day returning from school upon reaching the back door, she was jumping as high as the door knob until I opened the dead bolt. Every day I felt like a Movie Star after winning an Oscar. She was such a joy to come home to.

Being a diva, she was strong willed and blessed with much personality and determination. When you threw her a ball, she either went for it as if her life depended on it or she looked at me questioning what was I doing bothering her with that, just to have to return it and chase it once again. Sorta like a "Miss Piggy" moment, you know! What ever she did, she had that "terrier mojo" working for her and she did it with gusto and all due haste. She had only one speed, lightning fast.

About 2 1/2 years ago, Meme had the great misfortune at age 13 of having kidney failure and all of this ended, lightning fast, just as she lived her life. Her memory goes on today like the Ever ready bunny she was in life.


Stimpy

Stimpy,

Yorkies hold a special place in my heart. My piano teacher, Mrs Kane, had 4 of them. They were so tiny and cute. They were yippy at times, but really greeted us all very warmly whenever we came to the house.

Your Meme sounds wonderful. Quirky and smart and energetic, just like a dog should be. And the fact that she didn't like men... well, I think she was just particular, since she obviously loved you to pieces!

Do you ever think of finding another canine companion, Stimpy?
 
Unfulfilled Wishes

Stimpy,

Yorkies hold a special place in my heart. My piano teacher, Mrs Kane, had 4 of them. They were so tiny and cute. They were yippy at times, but really greeted us all very warmly whenever we came to the house.

Your Meme sounds wonderful. Quirky and smart and energetic, just like a dog should be. And the fact that she didn't like men... well, I think she was just particular, since she obviously loved you to pieces!

Do you ever think of finding another canine companion, Stimpy?

Dearest Lovelumps,

As I can never get enough of anything I hold precious, I have often wished I could have had my beloved MeMe cloned. She was the one perfect dog for me, where I am at, now at 62.

Having never even given Yorkies a second thought, MeMe's arrival at my mother's house was a complete surprise to me. I had always loved dogs (such as German Shepherds) anyway, but I had never had the opportunity of having one due to landlord's objections and the lack of a yard. When MeMe first met me, I was shortly believing that she had been a mistake, as I had never been with a dog that was not eating out of my hands within minutes. MeMe was the exception to this rule. She would begin her unceasing barking at me as an intruder and definitely not welcomed. Being new to my mothers house, I guess MeMe felt insecure and not fully understanding why she had been removed from her original owner.

Shortly, she became attached to my mother serving as my mother's protector and constant companion. She was happy snuggling next to my mother on the couch and was ever vigilant watching for anything posing a potential threat, such as the occasional mother pushing a baby stroller, the postman, meter readers, news paper boy, or any person or animal crossing into the forbidden zone on the front yard. Finally, over a few months, MeMe began to accept that I posed no danger, and was there to stay. I had moved back to Little Rock after a 27 year absence to take care of my mother with her failing health. My one objective and obsession was to make sure my mother never had to go to a nursing home. I can proudly state now that my goal was achieved. Yet at the time, one of my nephews wearing his jeans was targeted by having his pants cuffs nipped by MeMe for his fatal flaw, namely being a male.

I returned to Little Rock in the summer of 1998 to accept a counseling job 50 miles each direction from my home. I had my separate residence about one mile from my Mother's house. In August of 2000, I transfered to one of the Little Rock area school districts, as I knew my mother was getting less able to attend to her needs at home. At the end of October, upon my mother's suffering a massive hematoma to the brain overnight, Meme became my permanent house guest. My mother remained in intensive care for the next 22 days until she finally and gracefully passed into the night, just one month before her 86th birthday. Having so many ups and downs at the hospital those last three fateful weeks, MeMe, the 10 pound wonder that she was, was such a comfort to me and understood instinctively what I was going through emotionally. Such a test of her natural capacity for imparting unconditional love. It was as if MeMe now became my mother's worthy representative on earth. She was such a positive force in my life back then, precisely as my mother had been a positive force in her life for almost 86 years, with my mother's unconditional love for me lasting over 52 years.

MeMe asked for so very little and gave so much more in return. She set such a high standards with me, I fear that no other mere mortal Yorkie could ever quite live up to her standards. She was a cut above. Mostly, in answer to your direct question about a replacement, my biggest obstacle is my phobia of being disappointed by some other Yorkie that would be less of the sweetie MeMe represents in my mind. You see, unfortunately, I am that characteristically overly-fussy & perfectionistic, older-French-gentleman accustomed to only the very best vintage when it comes to Yorkies. Not wishing to appear snobbish or arrogant regarding over-inflated issues surrounding "pedigree", I, nonetheless, have a dilemma in seeking the absolute perfect replacement to my most beloved MeMe. What ever I have truly loved, I have the predictable life-long tendency to always place my loved ones on a pedestal, and the same is true for my MeMe. Old life-long habits die hard and you see, I am indeed sentimental and that "creature of habits".

Thank you, Lovelumps, for your caring about my companionship needs.


Habitually yours,


Stimpy
 
Tales of loves lost...

Dearest Lovelumps,

As I can never get enough of anything I hold precious, I have often wished I could have had my beloved MeMe cloned. She was the one perfect dog for me, where I am at, now at 62.

Having never even given Yorkies a second thought, MeMe's arrival at my mother's house was a complete surprise to me. I had always loved dogs (such as German Shepherds) anyway, but I had never had the opportunity of having one due to landlord's objections and the lack of a yard. When MeMe first met me, I was shortly believing that she had been a mistake, as I had never been with a dog that was not eating out of my hands within minutes. MeMe was the exception to this rule. She would begin her unceasing barking at me as an intruder and definitely not welcomed. Being new to my mothers house, I guess MeMe felt insecure and not fully understanding why she had been removed from her original owner.

Shortly, she became attached to my mother serving as my mother's protector and constant companion. She was happy snuggling next to my mother on the couch and was ever vigilant watching for anything posing a potential threat, such as the occasional mother pushing a baby stroller, the postman, meter readers, news paper boy, or any person or animal crossing into the forbidden zone on the front yard. Finally, over a few months, MeMe began to accept that I posed no danger, and was there to stay. I had moved back to Little Rock after a 27 year absence to take care of my mother with her failing health. My one objective and obsession was to make sure my mother never had to go to a nursing home. I can proudly state now that my goal was achieved. Yet at the time, one of my nephews wearing his jeans was targeted by having his pants cuffs nipped by MeMe for his fatal flaw, namely being a male.

I returned to Little Rock in the summer of 1998 to accept a counseling job 50 miles each direction from my home. I had my separate residence about one mile from my Mother's house. In August of 2000, I transfered to one of the Little Rock area school districts, as I knew my mother was getting less able to attend to her needs at home. At the end of October, upon my mother's suffering a massive hematoma to the brain overnight, Meme became my permanent house guest. My mother remained in intensive care for the next 22 days until she finally and gracefully passed into the night, just one month before her 86th birthday. Having so many ups and downs at the hospital those last three fateful weeks, MeMe, the 10 pound wonder that she was, was such a comfort to me and understood instinctively what I was going through emotionally. Such a test of her natural capacity for imparting unconditional love. It was as if MeMe now became my mother's worthy representative on earth. She was such a positive force in my life back then, precisely as my mother had been a positive force in her life for almost 86 years, with my mother's unconditional love for me lasting over 52 years.

MeMe asked for so very little and gave so much more in return. She set such a high standards with me, I fear that no other mere mortal Yorkie could ever quite live up to her standards. She was a cut above. Mostly, in answer to your direct question about a replacement, my biggest obstacle is my phobia of being disappointed by some other Yorkie that would be less of the sweetie MeMe represents in my mind. You see, unfortunately, I am that characteristically overly-fussy & perfectionistic, older-French-gentleman accustomed to only the very best vintage when it comes to Yorkies. Not wishing to appear snobbish or arrogant regarding over-inflated issues surrounding "pedigree", I, nonetheless, have a dilemma in seeking the absolute perfect replacement to my most beloved MeMe. What ever I have truly loved, I have the predictable life-long tendency to always place my loved ones on a pedestal, and the same is true for my MeMe. Old life-long habits die hard and you see, I am indeed sentimental and that "creature of habits".

Thank you, Lovelumps, for your caring about my companionship needs.


Habitually yours,


Stimpy

I know people who only ever get the same breed of dog. Personally, I've always gravitated toward the mutt, the rescue pound puppy that no one wants. It seems that the needier the dog, the more I need the dog. And the real benefit is they do not have breed specific personalities, so there is no expectation. You get what you get, and you love them up as much as you can to make up for the shortcomings of their hard lives before adoption.

When I was a kid, we had a Dachshund. She hated me because of a true misunderstanding. I was 6 but she never trusted me again. I thought I was mimicking real dog mom behavior. Turns out, I was just strangling her.... Alas, live and learn.... I loved her. She lived to be 16.

My next dog, when I was in middle school, was a Lhasa Apso. My mom thought, what young girl who has always longed for a little sister to pamper wouldn't want to care for a dog with more hair than any other living creature? She assumed I'd brush and brush and brush Shasta's hair every day. Shasta hated being brushed and would bite me when I tried.... Oh well... I loved her anyway. She lived to be 18.

Their next dog they got when I was living in Paris for the summer. She was a Great Dane. They named her Mimi. She was the best dog I ever met. Loving, playful, courageous, mild mannered. She had a very short life. She made it to 9. My kids were devastated when she died. So were my parents. Now they have the most beautiful Australian Shepherd named Silver. He's phenomenal. He was bred to be a show dog, but was raised in a horse barn by a handler that abused him. He was terrified of men, and in particular, would attack men in ball caps. He is so wonderful with my kids. When they first learned to swim, he would panic and jump in after them and try to rescue them. They suffered a few scratches until he learned how to just swim with them. Now we all swim together. He's the best dog ever. Yet, I think my dogs are the best dogs ever. How can you compare personalities?

It's impossible to replace a lost love. There isn't another that can be just like who you had before. Everyone is an individual. That is especially true of pets. You had the best, Stimpy. I can totally understand your hesitancy to try to replace MeMe. You can't. There was only one of her. But maybe there is a pet out there who needs you, who is a little of this and a little of that, who just needs a good home and a lot of love. You never know....

This is Silver...
 

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I know people who only ever get the same breed of dog. Personally, I've always gravitated toward the mutt, the rescue pound puppy that no one wants. It seems that the needier the dog, the more I need the dog. And the real benefit is they do not have breed specific personalities, so there is no expectation. You get what you get, and you love them up as much as you can to make up for the shortcomings of their hard lives before adoption.

When I was a kid, we had a Dachshund. She hated me because of a true misunderstanding. I was 6 but she never trusted me again. I thought I was mimicking real dog mom behavior. Turns out, I was just strangling her.... Alas, live and learn.... I loved her. She lived to be 16.

My next dog, when I was in middle school, was a Lhasa Apso. My mom thought, what young girl who has always longed for a little sister to pamper wouldn't want to care for a dog with more hair than any other living creature? She assumed I'd brush and brush and brush Shasta's hair every day. Shasta hated being brushed and would bite me when I tried.... Oh well... I loved her anyway. She lived to be 18.

Their next dog they got when I was living in Paris for the summer. She was a Great Dane. They named her Mimi. She was the best dog I ever met. Loving, playful, courageous, mild mannered. She had a very short life. She made it to 9. My kids were devastated when she died. So were my parents. Now they have the most beautiful Australian Shepherd named Silver. He's phenomenal. He was bred to be a show dog, but was raised in a horse barn by a handler that abused him. He was terrified of men, and in particular, would attack men in ball caps. He is so wonderful with my kids. When they first learned to swim, he would panic and jump in after them and try to rescue them. They suffered a few scratches until he learned how to just swim with them. Now we all swim together. He's the best dog ever. Yet, I think my dogs are the best dogs ever. How can you compare personalities?

It's impossible to replace a lost love. There isn't another that can be just like who you had before. Everyone is an individual. That is especially true of pets. You had the best, Stimpy. I can totally understand your hesitancy to try to replace MeMe. You can't. There was only one of her. But maybe there is a pet out there who needs you, who is a little of this and a little of that, who just needs a good home and a lot of love. You never know....

This is Silver...

Dear Lovelumps,

Perhaps I am looking at the wrong paradigm. I've always tried to compare apples to apples when considering acquiring a dog. When maybe in reality, I need to be considering the comparison of apples to oranges, as each one is unique and actually defies true comparisons. They simply are what they are with unique traits that are the perfect complement to human companionship.

I know this is not such a big stretch, but I have had my eyes opened nonetheless. Thank you for looking after my soul. Lovelumps, you are a real treasure to be found on the forum with your kindness, your warmth, and your wisdom. I truly feel humbled (in a good way) to count you among my friends, Lovelumps. Your timely advice has not been lost on this old bird.

I guess it is time I stop grieving for my beloved MeMe and go on with my life, knowing nonetheless how her many gifts have enriched my life so.

Lovelumps, Thank you again.

Sincerely,


Stimpy (You are my sunshine my only sunshine, you make me happy when times are gray...)

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Amen to that, Stimpie...Lovelumps has always been a gracious, classy, compassionate voice on the Forum. Her responses reflect her kindness, sensitivity, and wisdom that others would do well to notice. You'd think she was a sister of ann landers and abigail van buren :)

Keep posting, Lovelumps, you add that wonderful touch to the forum...
 
D'Artagnan

This is/was my one, and only pet. I truly loved him, and he, me. He would ONLY listen to me, tolerating others, turning his nose up at others if they called him, UNLESS it was HIS choosing. You say cats can't learn? He would come(for me) when I snapped my fingers). He truly BEGGED, ESPECIALLY at Thanksgiving time. We would have to shoo him out of the trash or run after him (he had a turkey drumstick in his mouth while running, and MEOWING!) Truly a character!
 
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