Meet the Weasel (RIP July 7, 2005)
Meet Oreo (RIP July 4, 2000)Many people have asked me about the dog, Oreo. She is the one that I wrote "Not Just A Dog" which is in the sidebar of this blog. This entry is for Oreo and her pal, the Weasel.
I got Oreo when she was 6 weeks old, after not having a puppy for over 10 years. It's amazing how much you forget in that time. Maybe because I was older and had less patience, but oh, how we battled for the first 18 months of her life. She was just such a lovable goofy dog that it was hard to stay mad at her. How bad can a dog be that can carry 3 tennis balls in her mouth?
Oreo always had a thing for socks. She never lost that thing for them over her entire life. She didn't ever destroy them. She just liked to carry them around and leave them places. Those where the only thing she ever stole. Well, there WAS the one time when she stuck her head in a friend's gym bag and went streaking down the hallway with a BRA in her mouth.
So, that was Oreo. A big mushy lovable dog that I still miss.
The Weasel had much Nova Scotia Duck toller in her. Now that I've had the border collies and have seen red border collies, I am pretty sure she had a lot of border collie in her too. She had the smarts to go with it as well.
She was the dog I got after losing my yellow lab to a heart attack. Funny, you can never go to the SPCA to "just look". I saw this little dog in the kennel, sticking her paw out at me, as if to say "you are MINE". She was an unclaimed stray, so I had to wait 3 days and hope nobody claimed her. I was camped on the doorstep of the SPCA the day she became available.
I could never understand why nobody had claimed her. She was extremely well behaved, house broken and mostly trained. Then I discovered what an escape artist she was. That's how she got the name "Weasel" Every time she'd walk the fence (yes, walk the fence) and get out, it was "Pop goes the Weasel".
Eventually, she gave up her wandering ways. She would still walk the fence, but she'd sit on the front porch and wait to be let in. It was almost as if she was telling me "I can still do this, I just choose not to leave...."
Oreo, Weasel and I had a grand time exploring the trails in our local parks. Oreo didn't like running all that much, but the Weasel ran with me right up till she was 13 years old. After that, I retired her from running and she and I hiked the trails and Mud Bay dike. I had lost Oreo by then, but added the new man in my life. He loved the Weasel as much as I did.
She was a real "coffee house" dog and loved schmoozing with people more than she like hanging out with other dogs.
So, before I get too sad thinking about Oreo and Weasel, I am going to end her and just dedicate this entry to them with love.
I got Oreo when she was 6 weeks old, after not having a puppy for over 10 years. It's amazing how much you forget in that time. Maybe because I was older and had less patience, but oh, how we battled for the first 18 months of her life. She was just such a lovable goofy dog that it was hard to stay mad at her. How bad can a dog be that can carry 3 tennis balls in her mouth?
Oreo always had a thing for socks. She never lost that thing for them over her entire life. She didn't ever destroy them. She just liked to carry them around and leave them places. Those where the only thing she ever stole. Well, there WAS the one time when she stuck her head in a friend's gym bag and went streaking down the hallway with a BRA in her mouth.
So, that was Oreo. A big mushy lovable dog that I still miss.
The Weasel had much Nova Scotia Duck toller in her. Now that I've had the border collies and have seen red border collies, I am pretty sure she had a lot of border collie in her too. She had the smarts to go with it as well.
She was the dog I got after losing my yellow lab to a heart attack. Funny, you can never go to the SPCA to "just look". I saw this little dog in the kennel, sticking her paw out at me, as if to say "you are MINE". She was an unclaimed stray, so I had to wait 3 days and hope nobody claimed her. I was camped on the doorstep of the SPCA the day she became available.
I could never understand why nobody had claimed her. She was extremely well behaved, house broken and mostly trained. Then I discovered what an escape artist she was. That's how she got the name "Weasel" Every time she'd walk the fence (yes, walk the fence) and get out, it was "Pop goes the Weasel".
Eventually, she gave up her wandering ways. She would still walk the fence, but she'd sit on the front porch and wait to be let in. It was almost as if she was telling me "I can still do this, I just choose not to leave...."
Oreo, Weasel and I had a grand time exploring the trails in our local parks. Oreo didn't like running all that much, but the Weasel ran with me right up till she was 13 years old. After that, I retired her from running and she and I hiked the trails and Mud Bay dike. I had lost Oreo by then, but added the new man in my life. He loved the Weasel as much as I did.
She was a real "coffee house" dog and loved schmoozing with people more than she like hanging out with other dogs.
So, before I get too sad thinking about Oreo and Weasel, I am going to end her and just dedicate this entry to them with love.
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