Current blog look inspired by, dedicated to, and in memory of Brut. The studded star of the 24 Paws of Love.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
It's hard to beat a Heart Dog like Brut. That kind of intensity can only be match.
I'd been walking Chance and Blaze together most of the time, when I decided we needed some one-on-one time. That is when I noticed that Chance and I were walking in sync. We completely had the same rhythm, enthusiasm, and centering in our core. We seemed to be thinking and feeling as a unit.
Even though I had mention it before on this blog that I thought I had a second heart dog, I kind of forgot about it until these recent walks with Chance. Not to mention the grieving I've went through these last two years over Brut, I didn't think I'd have a heart dog again until Chance slowly reminded me, he was it.
Well, Brut will always be my Heart Dog, and I couldn't call Chance that. I needed another word that would carry a meaning just for Chance.
So I'm asking you readers to give me your suggestions on another name for a Heart Dog. I've come up with one but I'd like to hear your ideas.
Friday, July 7, 2017
In 6 days it will be Silver's six month anniversary since she passed away. She had her first bloom on her roses today. It has brought me much sadness in the beauty.
I miss my girl so much. By the time of July 13th, her roses will be half in bloom. They are Old English Roses called Winchester Cathedral. A name that has special meaning to a Crosby, Stills and Nash song we love. We planted them a month ago today. Added rocks around her from our favorite place called Copper Harbor in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, a place we took Silver and our first dog Alex several times. Then put up new fencing and post around Silver and Brut. Surreal. Somber. Peaceful and Beautiful. Our new cycle of life for the Momma and Daddy Dogs of the 24 Paws of Love.
Someday I hope to find the love and joy in Silver's roses like I have with Brut and the spirit that lives on in her.
Monday, June 26, 2017
Zappa...aka The MOUTH!
Ever have one of those dogs who likes to give his opinion whether you want to hear it or not? That's Zappa, aka The Mouth. Zappa has no problem sharing his dislikes, but mostly he loves to rant about all the unfair injustices in his life, especially when it comes to Chance and the Front Pack. Zappa is the dog that is undeniably done wrong in this family and he never lets you forget it.
So, my story starts with needing to finish mowing the back lawn. The terrain of the Back Dogs, Zappa and Fiona. Where I precede with asking them to come in the house so they can be out of the path of flying sticks and small rocks. Both comply, although Zappa gives me that one eyed leary look as he looks out the glass sliding door.
You can't believe a words she says.
Just look how sweet and innocent I am.
The rant starts slowly. He demands to know what is going on. There are no sad eyes or begging faces to get what he wants. Zappa is mad and believes I should meet his demands...
The rant starts to build. I should never have to come in if I don't want to! If you are out there than I have all alpha status to right to be out there too. How dare you class me as a second rate citizen and make me listen to you! How dare you treat me like a dog! We are equal! EQUAL! LET ME BACK OUTSIDE THIS MINUTE, WOMAN! I WANT BACK OUTSIDE, NOW!
I'm watching this whole charade and I'm thinking, do I know you?
Sensing my lack of interest in his blatant abuse sends him into a Classic Zappa tirade. Glaring eyes, shouting obscenities, and how he's going to call his lawyers to report such a violations of his doghood.
I went to mow the lawn.
I am much too cute to be a ranting loon.
Once done with the mowing, Zappa is standing like a pretty boy, wagging his tail and smiling with a sheepish glint. He pretends to take back all his words and even acts a little guilty as I opened the door for him. Zappa trots outside like the Emperor with no fur and that 'don't you just love me' look. Like nothing happened and everything worked in favor of his elaborate plan.
Until Zappa's next personal injustice is served...
I'll get you my pretty!
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Saturday, June 17, 2017
I feel so blessed with the puppies we have and I am ever grateful to have them here under our roof, safe and loved. I can not begin to tell you how much the four mean to us and especially that Chance and Blaze came back to us. I can't put it into words or feelings I am just so humbled before God that we have them. They are such a blessing. A miracle. For I have no control what happens to the rest of the litter, even with the two puppies we visit every now and again, but these two Chance and Blaze are safe. They are here. And I am forever grateful that we were able to keep Zappa and Fiona and then Chance and Blaze. I can't even begin to describe the beauty of that alone.
I can't begin to count the number of times in my life that I have been suicidal and felt like a burden to the dogs, or thought they would be better off without me. The sufferings of PTSD from childhood abuse have almost destroyed me where I was taught I would never make a good pet parent. Every day I learn what a good dog mom I really am, in spite of being told different and killing myself would devastate them. Not to mention they would never understand. I never thought thought the dogs and cats would mourn with me on Brut's anniversary except I witnessed it for myself. I can't imagine what it would be like for them to lose me too.
It takes a lot of courage and strength to live, but being surrounded by so many blessings, softens the blow and gives me a wonderful and beautiful reason to carry on and a reason to love.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
It has been a somber and yet enlightening day here at the 24 Paws of Love. 104 weeks ago we said good bye to Brut.
We said goodbye to the dog who ruled the roost with an iron paw and stole our hearts with his unconditional love.
Through rough times and quiet times, the love never stopped. Reality was hard with Brut, but he never lied about it.
All the dogs and cats were quiet today. They knew what today was. Brut's 2 year anniversary.
Zappa, who has taken to Brut's "den" outside and has practically lived in it the last few weeks, only laid next to it today. As if to pay his respects to his father.
Boxer (the cat) who always rushes to go outside after breakfast, took to the couch today in a nap. As if not going outside was paying respect to his leader and mentor.
And Chance, the most sensitive of all the dogs, was sad and lay next to me, deep in thought.
The usual in and out action at the doors was quiet and strange.
It was a beautiful and sad movement that all shared together in honor of the one the best dogs that I have had the humble pleasure of ever knowing.
We love you Brut.