Our last "best of" for 2012 is from Rita Lockwood who, like many of us,
has a rather spoiled dog called Jamie. Jamie sounds like quite a character
and I can personally relate to the car window incident since my Lakies love
to operate the windows too! Although our Kerries may appear very elegant
and sophisticated to the uninitiated, at heart they are mischievious souls
who are always up to something but they never fail to make us smile each
and every day.
Date: December 24, 2012
From: Rita Lockwood
Subject: Silly spoiled rotten dog
I received my copy of the 2013 Kerry Calendar recently, I love looking at it. Yes, Jamie is in it - the upper right hand corner. I notice when I look at Kerry photos; most Kerries are displaying ordinary Kerry behavior. Jamie - usually not. He sits on steps, back half on one level, front legs one or two levels down. He stands in flower pots - plural. He hides in weeds or tall grasses. He finds& apparently enjoys precarious positions on various pieces of furniture. etc. etc. etc.
Jamie does have a serious side. He is an alert, and effective, protector; but this is not about his serious side. This afternoon I needed to make a quick
trip to the grocery store, and he went with me (of course). When we were homeward bound, he stepped on the buttons that roll down the windows. I usually
presume he does this unintentionally. However, when I rolled the windows back up and put my hand back on the steering wheel, he rolled the passenger
side windows back down. I rolled them back up. When he moved toward the buttons, I said NO; but he rolled them back down. It wasn't quite freezing,
and the car heater works, but it was colder than I wanted, so I rolled them back up. He stepped on the buttons again and I yelled at him, "Leave them
up". He POUTED. He looked at me, huffed, and turned his back to me. Five minutes later we were home, but he wouldn't make eye contact with me when
I let him out of the car. He came inside when I called, but no eye contact, no tail wag. He checked his water dish, cast me a sidelong glance, then
walked away. I rinsed and refilled it. He drank from it, but no eye contact. He went in to our spot on the sofa and sat down, but when I joined him,
he got off the sofa
and left the room. After a couple of hours I fixed my dinner, and gave him his evening
meal. He ate it and went to bed...
Next time he can just stay home.
Rita Lockwood, Oregon, USA
Our "best of" for November is from Deb Harper whose Kerry Liam accompanied her to college and acted as "teaching assistant" for her class. Liam proved to be a big hit with the students. Sounds like Liam is a very accommodating dog, an excellent ambassador for our breed.
Date: November 18, 2012
From: Deb Harper
Subject: My dog went to college!
I am teaching a course at the local college on Monday and Wednesday nights.... It was a day off from my regular work so I could leave from home for a change. I figured it was a good opportunity to bring along a real live prop for class! So my Kerry Blue Terrier went to College!
I am so proud of Liam.....I smuggled him into my Continuing Education class for Veterinary Business Fundamentals at the University of the Fraser Valley. Quite frankly I was worried sick that someone would see me and boot me out, but getting him into the building and up the two flights of stairs was a breeze. I did it in a couple of trips...one to pay for my parking and drop off a suitcase full of grooming tools and stuff, and then I had 2 students arrive so I asked them for help. One packed the grooming arm and the other brought up the table while I packed Liam down the hallway.
Once in the class I had his mat on the floor and just looped his leash around a table leg at the far side beside my desk. A couple of the later arriving students didn't even realize there WAS a dog in class until I started teaching.
Liam was a STAR! The homework assignment was to bring the tools that they use at home with their various pets...most have cats, dogs etc. And we went over WHY you should groom and the obvious and not so obvious reasons....the bonding, the discovery of lumps or other things, to remove mats, etc etc. And then I discuss the tools that I brought along and plopped Liam up on his grooming table explaining how I was taught to use each tool and then I had everyone come up and use at least the slicker brush and the poodle comb on him. Most were surprised at his coat softness etc. We then practiced putting saline drops in his eyes and even cleaned his ears and trimmed a couple of toe nails. One girl brushed his teeth and we practiced showing his bite. We talked about how he was trimmed for show. I put him on the ground, off lead and stacked him and positioned him several times, asking him to turn-around to get himself back into a stand. I had brought alone some treats so they all took turns asking him to stand up and take the bait politely. By then it was 8 pm and time for a break, so I took him off the table and put him back on the floor in a down-stay on his mat with a toy, to sort of chill. We left the classroom door shut, but there was lots of noise outside during the break with other students walking up and down the hallways. He didn't make a sound (I had visions of him barking at a noise or two!)
After the break, we talked about restraint methods and using Liam I showed how to gently lay him on his side for grooming or for a procedure. And then every one of the 5 students there tonight took turns laying him on his side and holding him down. They practiced rolling him on his back using 2 people, and extending the hind legs as if for xrays..... then also practiced holding onto the dogs head in a bear hug for vaccines or other things. Liam was amazing....letting him get to his feet and then 5 complete strangers flipping him on his side and holding him down. One girl just started working in a vet hospital so she remarked that NONE of the dogs she held did it so relaxed and quietly so we talked about laying them down and releasing the SECOND the dog relaxed and resigned to being on its side, and said these were things they could help train their clients to do with their own dogs and effectively help all the vet people in the future by creating a dog that could be laid down and maneuvering with relaxation instead of fighting it. This made sense to them and although Liam doesn't fight there is still that second when he tightens and stiffens, so this taught them to look and feel for that release of tension.
We talked about bite inhibition...and giving Liam his toy to play tug of war with and then saying "OUT!" and having him release and stay off the toy until they told him to "TAKE IT" and so with every one of them, he got to play with them as they gave him the command to let go and then re-take the toy.
He was amazing for all these people to handle him. Once he rumbled in his throat (I think it was being laid on his side for the 12th time) and the student doing it at the time announced "He's just talking...I could tell by his face that he was fine" so I commended her for knowing the difference between a dangerous growl and one where the dog was expressing an opinion. I think the students had a good time getting some hands on experience with a dog that was easy to handle. He must of stayed lying on his side for 5 minutes at a time while we talked in between exercises that we were doing with him, Very proud of my dog that night....It was a total success and my class got to see and appreciate the Kerry Blue Terrier!
Abbotsford, BC CANADA
Kerries are known for their versatility. Perhaps because of their origins as general purpose farm dogs, and of course, their amazing intelligence, they seem to be able to accomplish any task that we set for them. They are indeed the Jack of all dog trades, participating in obedience, agility, flyball and herding. A less well known dog sport is nosework. In this month's "best of KBL", Patty Sontag tells us about her Kerry Lexi's latest achievement in nosework. Check out the link and perhaps challenge your Kerry with a new activity!
Subject: First Kerry with a NW2 Nosework Title!
From: Patty Sontag
Date: October 29, 2012
I am proud to announce that Lexi (Calix Worth the Wait RN CD-C NW1) earned her NW 2 (Nosework 2) title today at the NACSW trial in Dighton, MA!!! My little
girl worked so hard and so true to find and indicate those hides today, especially during some drizzly, chilly, blustery pre-hurricane Sandy weather
during those outdoor searches. She is the first Kerry to earn the NW2 title, not an easy feat, given that one of the searches (containers) has hidden
distractors at this level (in this case, cheesy pizza in one container, and a ham and cheese sandwich in another) which she must ignore, while finding
and indicating the hidden scents (birch and anise). She also found the same scents hidden in two classrooms, and the one hidden scent in both the exterior
and vehicle searches. It was a long day for us, made so much more fun by spending our "down" time with
my good friends, Esther Zimmerman and Karen Squier, among many others who dropped by our set-up. I am thrilled that she has progressed so quickly and is loving this sport, as we train and travel this road together!
For those who would like to know what Nosework is all about, or would like to investigate this sport further, you can go to www.nacsw.net. This is a great sport for all dogs who have noses (LOL) and is one of the few sports which will allow reactive dogs to participate and earn titles, while making accommodations to keep them safe and not give them opportunities to practice their reactivity. And even if you never compete, you still learn so much about your dog while training for Nosework together!
Although the latest "Best of KBL", from Dianne Collins, is about loss, the loss of her rescue Kerry Finnegan, I couldn't help but smile while reading her description of life with "Finnegan Begin Again". How well we all know that wonderful Kerry character that Finnegan exhibited! It's the reason we all love our Kerries and never want to be without one.
Date: September 9, 2012
From: Dianne Collins
“Finnegan, begin again”. Those were the first words out of my grown daughter when she saw the sick, little, bedraggled dog and heard the name we had chosen for him. Begin again he did. A rescue coordinator spotted him on Petfinder…seemingly minutes after he was posted by an Atlanta animal shelter. The rescue tom-toms started and by the end of the day he had been identified as a true Kerry and we had dibs on him if his owner did not show up in 10 days. The shelter was crowded and although the shelter personnel worked as hard as they could, there was just not much room at the inn. Finnegan was in a kennel with a Pit Bull , an Akita and a poor little dog so frightened that he snapped and snarled at anyone or anything within his sight. They were all males, of course. Finn lived through the 10 days and no owner ever showed. After being with a foster for a few weeks, it was agreed that I would have the opportunity to try and integrate him into our household which included a resident 1 year old Kerry male, Magee. There were a lot of crossed fingers and bated breath but the 2 formed a friendship that lasted for the rest of Finn’s life. He was in bad shape when we got him and was plagued with a constitution that was less than ideal. It seemed like there was always something going on with the little guy. What he lacked in consistent good health, he made up for with the strongest of spirits, the brightest of eyes, the sunniest of temperaments and a personality that preceded him into rooms. He was a true Irish imp.
Finn was always into something and most of it was trouble. Finnegan was a baaaaaaad dog. This troubled him not in the least and when I called him a baaaaaad dog he would look at me, smile, wag his tail and get right on with his business. We have so many funny stories about Finn. I cannot share them here. If I started, you would call and ask me to send you a copy of War and Peace instead.
October of last year, Finnegan was given a diagnosis of lymphoma. It is supposed to be one of the most common canine cancers and one that responds exceedingly well to chemotherapy. We gave it a go, knowing that we could stop if he did not tolerate it well. He did well with the 6 month treatment but had a very short remission. Several “rescue” therapies were tried but none was successful for long. Still, we were so grateful to have all the extra time to watch him bound to the gate in the backyard, barking doggy cuss words into the alley at the dog across the way, trying to sneak out the door with toys, chewing up blinds so he could actually SEE the dog he was barking at and so many other antics. Knowing our promise to Finn was to always take care of him and not have him suffer, we released him from a tired and worn out body this past Wednesday, August the 29th.
I cannot express the depth of our grief or the vastness of our loss. We are trying very hard to pull up all the great memories we have of him and trying to forget the fact that we were only graced with him for a short while. Dick has lost his soul mate and is inconsolable. Thanks to all who helped get him to us. He was a true gift. Nothing we could ever do for him could equal what he did for us. Finnegan Rescued May, 2008, Died August 2012Run free you little imp. Go find Danny. May God hold you both in the palm of His hand.
Dianne Collins, Magee, Mia and Magee’s Kitty
Our Kerries never cease to amaze us. Take, for example, this story from Agatha Hughes about her two, Lily and blind Suzie. Although Lily appears to consider Suzie a bit of a nuisance, when Suzie is in trouble, Lily comes to the rescue by alerting Agatha to the situation. But as Agatha points out in her second post, a blind dog manages quite well under normal circumstances and shouldn't be overlooked because of their disability.
Date: August 9, 2012
From: Agatha Hughes
Subject: One Kerry helps another
I have two Kerries -- blind rescue Suzie, as well as 11-yr-old Lily,
who has matured into the best possible Kerry –- a faithful, loving,
alert and engaging little friend.
For the past two years, Lily has basically just tolerated Suzie.
After all, a blind dog can do some rather rude things, such as
walking into another dog doing its business. "Excuse me!" Or
interfering during an important event such as 2AM hysteria when a fox
is seen coming through the yard and inside, all Kerry forces must be
mobilized! A blind dog running, barking, and crashing through the
house is not useful to the team. So, I do not know how much Lily
understands what is wrong with Suzie, but Lil accepts her. Suzie, of
course, adores Lily and always wants to be with her. Unrequited love.
Last night powerful thunderstorms arrived. There was a massive bolt
of lightening and Lily began barking. That was unusual so I looked
out the window. Blind Suzie had pushed open a screen door and was
running down the driveway in a panic, headed for the street. Lil and
I ran out and got her.
If Lily had not barked to say, "Something wrong! Something wrong!" I
might not have missed Suzie for 10 or 15 minutes and who knows where
a panicked blind Kerry would have been by then….
I left something important out of my story "One Kerry Helps Another,"
and my omission is a disservice to blind dogs.
I may have portrayed her as helpless and unable to navigate the house
when I said, "crashing." In fact most blind dogs are adept at
spacial mapping -- their homes, yards, and other places that they
visit often. It's remarkable to watch a blind dog map out a new
place. They work slowly and in a grid-like fashion. And you will
often hear blind dog owners describe their dogs as happy, confident,
and not very concerned about being blind. All true of Suzie (who was
hit by a car at a young age). In fact if you saw us walking down the
street, you would have no clue that Suz is blind. She is the
enthusiastic one out in front saying, "Let's go faster!" I won't even
mention her sense of smell, which is fab. She knows friends from a
I only mention this in case someone is ever considering adopting a
blind dog, or worried about their Kerry's quality of life should it
become blind. I would adopt a blind dog again in a minute and there
are wonderful online sources and news lists for blind dog owners.
Experienced blind dog owners love to help out newbies with tips and
Agatha in Philadelphia
We often get some wonderful replies to our QOTW (question of the week) and here's another one from Megan Tormey who tells us about her first Kerry (and her life long love affair with the breed!).
Date: July 10, 2012
From: Megan Tormey
Subject: When did I own my first Kerry
When did I get my first Kerry?
Well, in my family, Kerries were around long, long before I was, but I like
to tell people I was raised by them. My family already had Silky when I was
born. Silky was in her twilight years then but she made a great baby sitter.
She was very gentle and allowed me to snuggle up to her when I played
"puppy". She was always in the mix with all of us kids and loved being part
of the family. She was incredibly loyal and loving. She died when I was 5
and I still remember that day like it was yesterday. Afterward, I secretly
asked my grandfather if he had any extra Kerries that were old or retired
show dogs and that I would be happy to take one off his hands. He assured me
that I would never be without a Kerry. We got a new puppy soon afterward.
I'm on my 8th Kerry now and I've loved every one.
I once asked my Dad about his first Kerry and it too had the original name
Megan Tormey and Bailey(aka Marberlane's Ace's High)
A question of the week, "Is your Kerry aggressive", prompted a number of comments including this thoughtful post from Jeannine De Koker, our "best of" for June. There is a perception that Kerries are a mean breed, but, as with any other dog, training and early socialization are a necessity. In my experience, my Kerries might not go looking for trouble but they would never back down from an aggressive dog. They were totally fearless and always up for a bit of a barney! My Lakies, on the other hand, just snort and walk away from unfriendly dogs.
Date: June 1, 2012
From: Jeannine De Koker
Subject: Kerry Aggression
I don't like the word aggressive as it sounds so malicious. And my dogs are never malicious. However, we were recently robbed by our own cleaning lady. She never had access to any of the "good stuff" though as I always left my male (entire)Kerry in those rooms and she wouldn't dare go near him! So, yes, but he just guarded his house. I have noticed that he is happy with new strangers when they are introduced by us at the door. But beware if he finds someone in his home without seeing them come in! New friend or not. He insists on a proper introduction. Strangers are not allowed near his mom outside his home either. Until he's given them the once over. At the same time he is THE friendliest cuddlebug with everyone he knows. He pulls his ears back like a puppy, lies down for a tummy rub and hands out kisses. So, no, he doesn't have a nasty bone in his body. With other dogs he puts on a big show and acts like he is the man, but I don't know if he'd just have a fight. Unless he's really threatened. He's twice been attacked (lunged at) by Jack Russells when out on a walk and both times he just gave them a puzzled look. No retaliation. He just turned his side and let the JRs get a mouthful of hair before they ran away on their own. He's been nipped at by both our parents dogs, one a Yorkie and the other a German Spitz and again no retaliation. He isn't timid about it. He just doesn't seem to care. If anything, it encourages him to want to play with them even more. He isn't even food aggressive with other dogs (and obviously NEVER with people). So if he was simply out for a fight he'd have ample opportunity. He just does what he was bred to do. Protect his home and sort out a fight if he genuinely has to.
Jeannine De Koker Finley, the Cuddlebug and Erin, the Firestarter
Our "best of" for May comes from Rita Lockwood and harks back to those days when demand for Kerry pups spiked following Mick's win at Westminster, sparking a crisis for Kerry lovers as the puppy mills rushed to get in on the action. Our rescue team and our foster parents worked long and hard to liberate and rehome unfortunate Kerries living in dire circumstances in the mills. The story of Miss Livvy and her puppies remains one of the most heartwarming successes of that dark period in Kerry history.
From: Rita Lockwood
Date: May 12, 2012
Subject: Ms Livvy & The Magnificent Seven
May 16th the Magnificent Seven will celebrate their 6th birthday. For those of you who may not know, when KBTs were in vogue in puppy mills, the KBT Foundation was very involved in getting Kerries out of those disgusting places. Our Rescue teams and Foster families were working miracles. And so were the Kerries who were involved.
One of the miracles was performed by the Divine Miss Livvy, aka Olivia. She was not quite 3 yrs old, had had several litters already,& was pregnant. She was also maladjusted, filthy, scrawny, no doubt had parasites,& had a urinary tract infection. And she was& is 100% Kerry.
On May 16th, 2006, she delivered seven beautiful, healthy puppies in my home. All were placed in experienced Kerry homes,& if you don't think they're magnificent, you should talk to their owners. It was our opinion watching them develop from infancy,& later the opinion of the new owners that these are the prettiest, smartest, best adjusted Kerries ever.
However, having lived with Jamie, I am aware that there are some thing he doesn't know. His mom could have told him, but she didn't. He doesn't know what it it's like to live in a crate, never running free in the grass. He doesn't know that some dogs not only don't get enough to eat, they have never tasted eggs scrambled with cheese& bacon. Or raw meat topped with yogurt. He doesn't know some dogs have never tasted yogurt, his breakfast everyday is topped with it. He thinks big raw meaty beef bones are a basic part of life. He has no idea that some dogs aren't allowed to run loose in the house, let alone get up on the furniture. He doesn't know that some dogs have no comfy bed. He doesn't know what it's like to be ignored or yelled at or abused. And It's obvious he's never been told he's not entitled to go for rides, have play dates, have company over, go on vacation, sleep in a lap,& be loved.
I have reason to believe that the same is true for his brothers& sisters; and in their behalf I'd like to thank the KBTF& Ms Livvy for arranging
things so he& others could be raised in ignorance.
And for Mother's Day, a tip of my hat,& my gratitude to Ms Livvy. I told Janet Joers when Livvy was with me that in spite of her past, Livvy
was nobody's doormat. Special thanks to Lorna Jennings & family for providing Ms Livvy with the opportunity to become the well loved Miss
Rita Lockwood, Oregon, USA
Mark Kunkel's song "Stuck inside of happy" hits all the right chords with we Kerry Blue lovers. But last month Mark and Jeanette lost their dear Dylan and some of the "happy" left their lives when he passed. Mark's touching tribute is our "Best of KBL" for April. His words echo the feelings that we have all experienced when we lose one of our Kerry friends. RIP Dylan. We will remember you every time we hear your song.
Date: April 10, 2012
From: Mark Kunkel
Subject: Our Dylan
Dylan Kunkel-Broyles, one month to the day shy of his 15th birthday, hobbled peacefully away from his tired body and ran hobbyhorsing into the arms of
Love. He died as he had lived, surrounded by beauty and fondness and reminding us of dignity and grace and fierce compassion. In his last moments the
three of us shared a chocolate brownie (with big chocolate chips), and as he lay in a favorite back yard spot on the grass moving into the mystery
he nibbled shamelessly at the moss in a way that he has done lately. His passing was sharp, and sweet, and peaceful.
This is to thank him for his life. He was a blessing and a prayer. He was a friend in darkness and light. He lived absolutely truthfully. He was so very loving, and so very loved (after all, the “one true thing”). As we were waiting for the very kind gentle vet to come to our home Jeanette read us this:
Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people stay for a while, and give us
A deeper understanding of what is truly important in this life.
They touch our souls.
We gain strength from the footprints they have left in our hearts,
And we will never be the same.
The last words Dylan heard (and who knows, maybe spoke) were “THANK YOU!” And thanks to all of you for your support and your companionship to us these last few days. Say a prayer and think a thought for Dylan, please, in celebration and gratitude of a long full good life, well and truly lived. Think of him playing “get the tennis ball” with Uncle O’Toole, cousin Tuxedo, sister Dasha, and others. Hear him saying “I’m waiting for you—you’ll be along soon enough” (click on “Hear a Kerry Bark”, and you’ll get to hear him).
Thank you, Dylan. We will never be the same.
And this, from our dear son-in-law, this morning:
Our March 2012 "best of KBL" is a post from Janet McCallen about her Kerry
Riley and his sidekick Dante, a Biewer terrier. Apparently Riley believes
that Dante is his personal animated stuffed toy and consequently when Dante
disappeared from their backyard, he made sure he sounded the alarm for Janet.
Date: March 6, 2012
From: Janet McCallen
Subject: Escape Artist
Okay, this story is primarily about my 7 lb Biewer Terrier Dante, but Riley
the KBT is the hero of the story, so I thought it fit on the list.
I've had the flu for the past week, and the boy dogs (Riley and Dante) have
driven me crazy yipping at the porch door to go out into the big back yard,
despite the fact that they have access to a smaller dog yard via doggy
door. Up, down, up, down... and when I feel yucky.
So when I felt better yesterday, I opened the gate between the two yards.
The bigger back yard isn't quite as escape-proof as the doggy yard, though
the metal fence was reinforced with chicken wire at the bottom when I got
the then 3-lb yipper. I've never had a problem with them in the big back
yard except having to get up and down to let them in and out.
This morning the boys scratched at the porch door to go out. I took them
to the doggy door and shooed them out that way. Everything's fine. I
return to the work I'm doing on my computer. After a while (maybe 20
minutes) I realize that Riley's barking incessantly at the back fence. I
go out and call him, and he comes in. Then I realize that I don't know
where Dante is. I call; no Dante. I search the entire house; no Dante. I
go back out with treats and call and call, finally going outside the fence
- and I see Dante running at me along the lake shore, muddy as all get out
(white dogs, unlike black dogs, DO show red mud).
I scoop him up with relief (I'd feared hawks had gotten him), take him in
and bathe him in the laundry sink to eliminate the red mud. I put him down
and go to the garage for the ties to fix whatever hole has appeared in the
chicken wire. When I come back, the two Kerries are in the yard - and no
Dante. So I find and fix the place he was able to push the chicken wire
away from the gate, and then start looking for him again. Again, he comes
racing at me along the lakeshore.... even muddier than the last time.
Once again, I bathe him, then we all stay outside in the back yard for a
while, with me hoping he'll reveal any OTHER escape routes. No such luck.
I can only hope I found the only one.
Now I'm sitting exhausted, thanking the good Lord that he didn't do this a
couple of days ago when I wouldn't have had the energy to deal. But as I
said, Riley's the real hero, since if he hadn't been barking, there's no
telling HOW long he would have been gone when I realized he was out. And
since Riley thinks that Dante is the toy I bought him, it was in his best
interests, too. :-)
Janet G. McCallen
Shannon, Riley& Dante
When Sofia Ostrove lost her Kerry Dasha last month, it prompted this lovely email from
Mark Kunkel who discovered that his own dog, Dylan, is Dasha's sister.
Mark also wrote a great song about getting Dylan. You'll love it!
Date: February 15, 2012
From: Mark Kunkel
Subject: Circles of Love
Quoting KERRYBLUES-L automatic digest system
I contribute only rarely to the list, but read and benefit (and at
times laugh, and weep, over) the posts. This morning on awakening I
read this from Sofia regarding her beloved Dasha...
Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2012 00:31:29 -0500
From: Sofia Ostrov<bolevost@OPTONLINE.NET>
Dear Kerry community,
Sadly, we had to say goodby to our Dasha at 10 am today. Her condition
deteriorated suddenly yesterday evening. She was ataxic, falling down,
unable to get up without help. This morning she wasn't able to maintain
standing position even for food. She was laying on her side, unable to turn or change position on her own.
I had the response I always do for these sorts of posts, empathy,
gratitude, and all the rest. And then I read:
Dasha would be 15 years old in May.
and thought, "wow, that's funny. Our beloved Dylan (he of 'Stuck Inside of Happy') will be 15 in May..."and went on to read and (yes) weep at Sofia's loving tribute to this wonderful companion of hers:
She had a full run of the house, never spoiled a thing. She had
never had a professional training, I trained her myself, but she
was a perfect dog...Dasha was a true terrier, hunting down anything
crossing our backyard. She was the loyal companion and the
bodyguard. Dasha gave us her unconditional love and we loved her
and I wept some more and thought, "That surely sounds like our Dylan.
Unconditional love, and love back. Man, I'll miss him when he takes
that trip. And what a coincidence that he and Dasha are about the same
and then I read:
Her name was Garryowen Dasha from Dam Garryowens Echo of Kerrageen and
Sire CH Goodspisce Teddy McClaire. She was just Dasha, Dashka, Dashunka,
Kerry Bluma for us. Dasha was a part of our family. She is already missed.
There is no replacement exist for her. It will take time to get used to not
having her around.
Well, now I'm truly awash in tears. Dasha was Dylan's sister, and it
sounds like they are true siblings in spirit. He is silver and
thin-coated and slow to get up, and no longer trembles at the thunder
he can no longer hear, and bumps into doorways even in our familiar
and safe house, but oh, how he is loved. And how he has loved.
How grateful I am for these wonderful companions. Thanks, Margaret
McDonough, for putting a blue collar on Dylan and putting him on the
plane all those wonderful years ago. Thanks, Sofia, for sharing your
memories. Thanks, Dasha and Dylan, for your examples to us.
Mark and Jeanette and Dylan (who has spent the last three years loving
and being loved by four CATS, and who just followed me out to the
kitchen to see what all the crying is about)
Mark Kunkle's Dylan in 2005
This "question of the week" - the strangest thing my dog ever almost ate - brought many interesting responses. From bones to bras, it would seem that our dogs have sampled just about everything they've encountered. Cindy Radamaker's Kerry Merlin would appear to have a taste for fowl as she recounts in her January post, our "best of" for the month!
Date: January 8, 2012
From: Cindy Radamaker
Subject: QOTW Strangest thing my dog ever almost ate
My old Kerry, Merlin, was a true Irish charmer full of p*ss and vinegar; never a dull moment with him in the house. So when he got quiet, you knew it would be best to check in on him. One Sunday morning, he and Ani, my more sedate Kerry girl, were out sunning themselves on the porch. It was quiet... a bit too quiet. My husband went out to check on the two hooligans. Ani came running up for a quick pat, but Merlin just showed his back. Kurt called to the boy, and all he did was hunch his shoulders a bit more and dropped his head. Kurt moved to Merlin's head, where a guilty eye appeared out from his long eyelashes. Peeking out from his beautiful fall, just underneath his nose, was a single bright red feather. Kurt pried open the jaws of death, those jaws could crush a marrow bone in minutes flat, and out popped a wet, bedraggled Cardinal. Not harmed in the least, and who knows how long Merlin had been holding that bird in his mouth. I don't think he knew what to do with it! Merlin had dispatched many wood rats, and an opossum or two, but the fluttering of the bird must have confused him. Anyway, the bird managed to live another day and probably thought twice about getting too close to the dogs again.
Now Ani, she figured out how to open my bird cage and ate one of my parakeets. She knew how to make a meal out of a feathered friend.