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Re: Ball gardens...addictions...drought/cat

Annie was indeed a great dog. The love of our lives for the 16 years she lived with us, and our once-in-a-lifetime pet/


----- Original Message ----- From: "Zemuly Sanders" <zsanders@midsouth.rr.com>
To: <gardenchat@hort.net>
Sent: Wednesday, November 02, 2005 8:28 PM
Subject: Re: [CHAT] Ball gardens...addictions...drought/cat

Oh, Daryl, what a great story! Annie sounds like a great dog.
----- Original Message ----- From: "Daryl" <pulis@mindspring.com>
To: <gardenchat@hort.net>
Sent: Wednesday, November 02, 2005 7:02 AM
Subject: Re: [CHAT] Ball gardens...addictions...drought/cat


I showed your first message about Flaksey to my husband, who said, "Now *That sounds familiar."

Many years ago, we had a mostly-Blue Tick Hound named Hermann. We adopted him after he had been beaten with chains and thrown out in a sleet storm. He died many years later from lymphosarcoma. Several months after he died, our other dog Popper was still pining away - wouldn't eat, losing weight, didn't want to play. The vet suggested we get her a pet, so I started scouting the shelters looking for a neutered male, over a year old, no floppy ears, medium sized.... I finally located what sounded like the best choice and went to check him out at the local adoption day.

While I was playing with him in the get-acquainted pen, a gangly red floppy-eared hound pup kept trying to crawl into my lap, or over my shoulder, trying to climb up my pants when I stood up to gently shoo her away. After about 20 minutes of this I succumbed to the inevitable, and brought her home with me.
When I set her down to meet Popper, she wagged once, sniffed once, then marched through the open door straight to the water bowl. After a quick sniff of the allowed territory (kitchen and dining room) she sat in front of where "his" food bowl used to be. And waited, and watched. And waited until I found a spare bowl ( we had tossed Hermann's old one) and fed both of them. When Bill came home, she flung herself all over him ( picture a Snoopy dance), curled up in his lap, and went to sleep.

A week or two later when we gave her the run of the house, she went right to the corner of the living room where Hermann used to hide his toys. She by now had quite an accumulation of her own, of course, but seemed very disappointed not to find the old stash, which we'd also tossed out.
There were other such things, like finding Hermann's pet rock outside, snoozing with it and trying to carry it - a feat that she couldn't accomplish for several months since it was too big for her puppy mouth.

The kicker came about a year later. I had gone out with her to feed the chickens, and heard a huge amount of yelping - not the "get the heck outta my yard, stranger," yelp, but the "oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, friend!" song.

I went around the corner to look, saw a semi in front of the house and went to tell yet another trucker that he had the wrong address (a guy down the road owned a plumbing company, and deliveries were often attempted at our corner instead of his) . Meanwhile Annie was keeping up her happy dance and singsong. I saw a guy climb out of the truck and start to walk to the front gate and realized it was our friend Greg, who hadn't ever met Annie. He and Hermann had been best buds whenever he had visited, but it had been a couple of years since he had passed through. She practically knocked Greg down when he came through the gate, hugging and slobbering all over him.

I'll let everybody draw whatever conclusions they'd like.

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