Friday, August 18, 2017

11 months without Lady

LADY, STILL AT HER BEST
It's been 11 months exactly since Lady's passing on Sept. 17, 2016. And we've had Dixie 10 days short of that.

It's amazed me how quickly time has gone, but it shouldn't. Every year, it seems to go a little faster.

Lady remains in my thoughts, of course. But I can talk about her without my voice cracking, and I can look at photos of her with joy, not pain.

We had nearly 14 good years (two weeks short), with lots of laughs, a few tears and some shouting.

Lady got sweeter as the years passed, and she became less independent and more lovey. Dixie's not what I would call a lovey girl; she likes to be petted (or get fed), but Lady would sometimes come over to me just to be companionable. Dixie doesn't do that.

One other thing: I'd give Lady a toy, and she'd go away and play with it for hours. Sometimes she'd come back to me and give me her toy. I'd thank her, look at it carefully, then give it back to her.

She'd trot off happy, still playing with it. Dixie doesn't play with toys (or chew chewies, for that matter).

They're just different dogs. I love them both, but I had Lady more than 12 times longer (so far). She still haunts me.

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Thursday, August 17, 2017

Dixie gave me a scare

DIXIE AND ME
Dixie gave me a scare today, but it turned out OK.

I let her out on her line for about 20 minutes. When I went outside to get her, she didn't respond. I hobbled out to get her and found her with her line wrapped a couple of things in the yard.

I couldn't get the line lose, so I just let her go, figuring she'd follow me inside. After heading toward the door, she suddenly bolted down the driveway. She obviously thought we were going for a walk, as we have often enough. I immediately imagined her running off and never being seen again.

I couldn't go after her, so I called several times. Finally, she stopped and turned. After a couple more calls, she came back to the door. When I opened it, she ran inside.

Whew!

Why was it so scary? If our late mutt Lady had gotten loose, we wouldn't have caught her until she came back on her own.

Next time Dixie gets snagged (or something similar), I'll pick her up and carry her in.

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(a book of great stories about the Intimidator)
(the book of great NASCAR stories)
More blog entries by Tom Gillispie
• Advice for be and would-be novelists

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