Pontificating about poop and pinot noir since 2005
Meet Zoey.
Zoey found us over the holidays, we found her owners, and it turned out they were looking for a family like us to take her in.
I’m sure I’ll be writing more on this sweet girl later but let’s just say we are a two-dog household once again so the dog hair/human ratio at our house is back to its normal level. I think Bailey would approve.
Our sweet dog Jack’s made up birthday is today. My husband rescued him from a ditch where he lay hurt and abandoned 11 years ago today so we don’t know his real birthday but we always celebrate on his rescue day.
Jack is the quintessential gentleman. He is a loving soul and my constant shadow around the house. He is a lover of belly rubs and neighborhood walks. He is a slayer of back yard ninja squirrels (in his dreams.) He only barks when warranted, be it at strange men in brown trucks delivering brown packages or teenagers who should totally know better than to trick or treat at our front doorstep. He sleeps peacefully on the floor by our beds every night. He never fails to let out a happy cry when we walk in the back door after a long day at work or school.
As I type this he lies on the floor just a few feet away from me. I often joke that he is a guardian angel or a reincarnated husband or boyfriend from years ago.
Here is the story of Jack, our beloved big ole lug of a dog, from last year.
Happy Birthday Jack! You have brought us immeasurable happiness and love. I can’t think of a better dog to grow up beside our girls.
Pre-kids, 2001
Miss C and Jack, 2003
Miss A and Jack, 2008
The girls with Jack, 2009
Jack, 2011
It’s been five weeks since we had to say goodbye to our first girl.
I miss that neurotic old dog and I miss her sweet smell of a puppy days when everything in her path was fair game as a chew toy.
I miss the staccato click clicking of nails on our hardwood floors and her shameless begging for table scraps.
I miss her crooked little leg and her big brown eyes and her love of napping in the sun. We’ll never know how her leg was injured, as she was about 3 months old when we brought her home from the Nashville Humane Association, but that experience undoubtedly left its mark on her and her disposition for the rest of her life, no matter how much we made her feel loved.
And she was loved.
I miss her bossing our dog Jack around like a grumpy old lady and by the way he occasionally sulks and whimpers when I get home from work I know he misses every ounce of alpha dog in her 38-pound body, too.
I just flat out miss her ya’ll, and so does hubby, tremendously. I still can’t talk about her without crying.
This picture is a classic prank ultrasound photo my hubby made in 2001 when we first announced we were having a baby.
Now this?
Makes me smile on a sad day.
I'm Jamie, just another working mom seeking a few moments of Zen and zinfandel between soccer practice and supper. My former beach bartender husband founded MouseCalls Computer Services here in Nashville. We have two daughters, two dogs, and too much laundry. I believe laughter is the best medicine, especially when administered with a good glass of wine, or three. Read more about me...
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