Remembering

Suzy

Suzy Remembered,

by Mr. Big Food's Dad.

I have been trying to come up with something  appropriate regarding Suzy...Try this one...Google “Rainbow Bridge Poem”...and I think you’ll enjoy what you find...Love from Texas,

JBSr

In the scheme of things, I have one of the best Fathers-in-Law ever.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

Suzy remembered

Photo from Miss M.

SOUL.

A dog's life

She escaped from this deck several times.

Once, Mr Big Food, Max, & I had to rescue her from the middle of Colerain Avenue. That was not fun. I don't know this for a fact because I wasn't there, but I heard Max chased Suzy more times than I know about.

Once, Suzy went missing for several weeks. She turned up.

It's Thursday, May 24th,

in the Year of Our Lord 2012.

Rest in Peace, Suzy.

When we thought Suzy, at age 12, was old.

She hated the water. But she loved the snow.

Missy is a Prepper

She's stockpiling. (What an interesting word.) She's hoarding. She awaits The End Times.

I won't fault her.

She is a very messy housekeeper. Pretty much everything on the right side was piled on the food on the left side.

Seeing how much of her food Rocky eats, I don't blame her one bit for wanting to put some away.

She's out now, alone in The Den. Suzy just barked at her. Good for Suzy. Missy's all full of herself because she had a feast. She'll need to replenish her bowl tomorrow.

One (or two or three) liners

I spent more time than I otherwise might have today learning a bit about Warren G. Harding, the 29th American President. Lest you think that's all there was to my day, I present a few lines about a few other things that would have been post-worthy, had I not been learning about President Harding. 

I saw a pair of birds on the side of the road yesterday. I am not an ornithologist-- heck, I'm not even a serious birder-- but I once spent a year learning how to look at birds. The birds I saw were remarkable. I described them to Mr. Big Food as having feathers with a herringbone pattern, and a red spot near their heads. This description matched perfectly the photograph and size & coloration description of Spruced Grouse in my National Audubon Society Field Guide to Birds (Eastern Edition). There's only one problem with this identification. 

Two places

at "one" time.

I think I need to adjust the shutter speed, or something.

It is remarkable how far they've come in just five weeks, given my ignorance of the principles of obedience training, etc.

Suzy has begun to wag her tail in situations where tail-wagging would be appropriate. There are two alternative hypotheses for her appropriate tail wagging. To choose between them, I would have to collect data-- and I do not have time to collect behavioral data.

But briefly, here  are the alternatives.

A Good Dog

Still trundling along

Much as I love the Old Girl, Suzy lacks the requisite characteristics to be described as an Excellent Dog. But she is a Good Dog. She doesn't have a malicious bone in her under-calcified old body.  

Suzy

As Readers Who Are Family may have noticed, I have talked (blogged) very little about Suzy, our Walker Hound who will turn 17½ years old in just a couple of days. I'm not superstitious, but I thought the less I tempted fate, the better.

That's silly!

Mr. Big Food and I were just chatting about how Rocky and Missy have affected Suzy's life. It's all good.

One of my motivations for getting a dog-- now known as Missy-- was ultimately Suzy. 

Mr. Big Food and I had a dog plan. When Suzy passed over, I would get a German Shepherd mutt, and he would get a hound dog. But then, Rocky came to live with us. 

Rocky's first day on the Farm

Suzy's a great old girl, and thanks to Rocky, she learned how to bark again.