|Birth: ||Mar. 14, 1963|
|Death: ||Nov. 17, 1974|
Sept '64: We married and moved out of (my) state, leaving my family dog, Shadow. In the town I now lived, and after losing little kitty Widget, I called every vet in the book for -anything- needing a home. Back then there were no independent shelters here. Just a pound, and nothing there. Next, were "cold calls". The first vet had nothing. But, as I was turning to walk out the door, a man burst thru and threw a black small-to-medium sized dog on the floor. I picked him up and cuddled him, he was shaking w/terror. "You want that dog, Missy?"
Off we went, two new pals. Poor thing was a mud hole w/legs. Drew the bathwater; an entire bottle of the old Breck shampoo for bubble bath and scrubbing. When I dried him off, I found a medium length, wavy-coated, shiny, jet-black Cutie. He assumed this special proud stance like a winning show dog. He was liking everything else happening to him this day! When DH came home, I met him on the porch and explained "our" new 1˝yo pal. "Okay, let's go meet him." What happened next we still talk about. Jekyll morphed into Hyde... a deep fear of men, and why not? Rest of the story: They became fast friends (over a year's time lol), PW eventually learned to trust him, and DH learned to love this 4-legged. DH has since become an animal- crazy person, too. Nice, huh!
When we went on road trips he'd bark and growl at cows, slobbering all over the passenger side window. We wondered if his former owner/ogre had cows. When we visited w/my parents, either here or there, Daddy's dog, Shadow, and PeeWee didn't get along. At all. The picture on my daddy's memorial page is him hanging on to (bigger) Shadow who was fussin' at PeeWee, who was fussin' back. There was no room for two top dogs:) When our first child was born, PeeWee slept under the crib as if to guard him. He was such a buddie, never failing to assume his winning "stance" in our lives.
We had him quite a few years before we said our goodbyes, but of course there are never enough. He's the first buried in our Boot Hill, and all the rest are there w/him. That's a good reason to live in one place forever. The only one of our pals we don't have in our "care", is sweet little Widget kitty.
A man may smile and bid you hail,
yet wish you to the devil.
But when a good dog wags his tail,
you know he's on the level.
Charmin Fizz-Gig Dog (1983 - 1998)
Bugs Dog (1949 - 1956)*
Pippi Dog (1951 - 1959)*
Shadow I Dog (1961 - 1974)*
PeeWee Dog (1963 - 1974)
Widget 'Wee Widgie' Kitten (1964 - 1964)*
Frosty Littlejohn Dog (1974 - 1983)*
Shadow II Dog (1974 - 1989)*
Tinker Marie Dog (1976 - 1989)*
Rascal Happy-Jack Dog (1977 - 1988)*
Skipper Dog (1980 - 1989)*
Coco Dog (1982 - 1995)*
Shannah Banana Dog (1990 - 1996)*
Mickey Mac Dog (1994 - 2007)*
Sophie Dog (1995 - 2005)*
Miss Bilbo Baggins Kitty (2002 - 2015)*
Miss Frodo Baggins Kitty (2002 - 2013)*
Beauty The Hummingbird (2010 - 2014)*
Specifically: Beyond the Garden Plot
Created by: dhb
Record added: Jan 17, 2013
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Added: Apr. 24, 2015
Love, Rascal, Tiffy, Whitney, & Charlie
Added: Apr. 18, 2015
Love you, sweet pal༺✿༻|
Added: Apr. 7, 2015
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