Shelby
| 5 weeks old |
| 3 weeks old |
| 1 week old |
| 2 weeks old |
| We can't thank you enough for the bag of goodies and the tons of information! We know that these are very special little doglettes, so we are taking plenty of pictures and will keep you posted on Shelby's progress. Her meeting with Maggie went pretty well. Maggie wasn't the least bit jealous, just curious. Sadie ( the pissy grey cat) reacted exactly the way I thought she would. All hisses and teeth and a great big bottle-brush tail. We'll work it out. Shelby and I are currently in the library/office/den. She is seeing herself in the mirrored closet doors and getting all excited about that other puppy. |
| Newborn |
| 4 weeks old |
| 6 weeks old |
| 7 weeks old |
| 5/31 9 weeks old.... By the way, she is not only a digger, but a climber. I thought a couple of upside-down laundry baskets would provide a good temporary barricade. I was wrong. She took a few minutes to look them over, and then carefully made her way up one side, scrambled over the top, and plopped herself on the floor on the other side. She sat there, tongue hanging out smiling at us until we congratulated her. What else could we do? |
| Now at 10 wks old... The past two weeks with Shelby have been interesting. And sleepless. And so very worthwhile. As we anticipated, there has been a whole lot of mopping and rinsing and laundry. The "potty" thing is going pretty well now; it took a while to get everyone on board with a schedule. Dave and I got mixed up the other morning and she got fed twice! It was a very rotund puppy I carried outside. We are working on the "sit" a little at a time. Next will be "sit stay". I'm a little reluctant to introduce "shake" just now-- Maggie was so enthusiastic at first that she nearly enucleated me! She likes to help around the house. So far, she has eliminated a few things to wash, shown an appreciation for plants, and recycled some trash. She shares my appreciation for devouring paperback books and walking, and loves to help wash the dishes. She is fitting in just fine here. She very much reminds my of another dear friend. With my apologies to A.A. Milne and the Disney people (not to mention a copyright infringement): The wonderful thing about Doodles is that Doodles are wonderful things Their tops are made out of rubber; their bottoms are made out of springs They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy Fun, fun, fun fun, fun But the most wonderful thing about Doodles is Shelby's the cutest one! The wonderful thing about Doodles Is Doodles are wonderful chaps They're loaded with vim and vigor They love to leap into your laps They're jumpy, bumpy, clumpy, thumpy Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun But the most wonderful thing about Doodles is Shelby's the cutest one Doodles are cuddly fellows, Doodles are awfully smart Everyone else is jealous That's why I repeat The wonderful thing about Doodles is because Doodles are wonderful things! Pictures to follow. |
The Sugar Doodle
| "Beyond the Rainbow" As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played, I was so very tired and knew my time on earth was soon to fade. I saw a wondrous image of a place that's trouble-free Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity. I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side Were meadows rich and beautiful -- lush and green and wide! And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be! My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do. I needed to reach out to you, to tell you that I'm well, That this place is truly wonderful, a happy place to dwell. That your heart shouldn't ache so, ...the pain should go away I'll wait for you in comfort 'til you come for me some day. That although we're not together in the way we used to be, We're still connected by a bond no eye can ever see. That when you need to find me, we're never far apart Just look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart. - Author Unknown |
In Memory of Maggie Rose
On Tuesday June 16, 2009 Shelby said "Good bye" to her new
found "older Sister" Maggie Rose. Below are the pictures of
Shelby with her. If only people could get along with each other the
way dogs can! Maggie Rose was able to pass down her Legacy
to Shelby.... what a wonderful honor for Shelby to have been given.
found "older Sister" Maggie Rose. Below are the pictures of
Shelby with her. If only people could get along with each other the
way dogs can! Maggie Rose was able to pass down her Legacy
to Shelby.... what a wonderful honor for Shelby to have been given.
A Day In The Life of Shelby My day starts out at a quarter of five Here are my folks; I'm glad they're alive Halfway to the door, I squat and I pee We should’ve done this right around three! I bark: Where is my water? Where is my chow? You should have thought of me Way before now. Be late for work? I don't really care Wherever you go, I want to be there. Now I hear the sound of the water What's up with that? They smell like they ought to No need to shower, no need to spray You smell just perfectly fine today. Are those your best pants? Wow, are those hose? I can't help it; I'm going to brag Give me one second; I'll make a snag. A ride in the car? Too good to be true! Here, let me change places with you. I can shift, I can steer, I can see out the window Wherever it is, I just want to go! I love the vet, The best trip yet. I get shots, but I don't care They have the best treats ever there! Where is that basket? I didn't see Hold off a little, it smells just like me. You're going to wash that? You have to be bats! What is this thing you put on my neck? Can't I just poop right here on the deck? Look, here is mulch: it looks like food I'll carry some in to see if it’s good. The flowers look pretty tasty to me One bite was enough; I'll let them be So I grab the hose and take off at a run Being chased in the yard is such wholesome fun! Mom talks of a park not far from home It's made for dogs and their people to roam. It's fenced and it's gated, all full of tall grasses I can't wait to go, I get to sniff butts. There's a lake there, too, and I want to get in. But I don't know if I'll sink or I'll swim. I hear the water isn't too clean I don't want my pretty white fur to turn green! A walk in the 'hood Sounds pretty good I'm not good on the leash, so I just might gag What is Dad doing with that plastic bag? Now, the mop is my pal, that is a fact. She's close to me however I act. A loyal friend, so pure and true She always behind me, whatever I do. It gets pretty hot here just around two And I keep on looking for something to chew Dad's shins look good, but I'm not really certain... Nope, my bad, he seems to be hurting! He yells to Mom from out on the deck: “More bandages, please, I'm bleeding like heck!” I slink into the corner; I try to hide I did that to him, it can't be denied. “We've used dozens of bandages; there aren't any more. I guess I'll have to run out to the store. We're about out of that ointment, too.” I sure hope I'm not disappointing you! Soon Mom is back with a big paper bag. Something for me? I jump and I wag. Cardboard, toothpaste, or TP, I beg ANYTHING has to be better than leg! I remember Sadie right around three She'd love to make friends with me! There you are, you crabby thing Did you have to swat my head again? It’s about four And I can’t really see Is that the sun in my eyes or glossy grey fur? It’s all so blinding, just a big blur. What is that smell? It must be the grill. They’re having meat? When do I eat? I bark: “Where is my water?” “Where is my chow?” “What in the heck are You doing now?” It's one o'clock in the morning Where is that woman going? The sheets and the blankets are just barely damp What the heck is so wrong with that? Dad gets up to find a new place to sleep I'm just fine, I don't make a peep. Mom's up again, doing some wash I need some rest, I wish she'd hush. Now it’s four in the morning, I gotta pee I heard Dad get up, what about me? He flushes, I can't Am I going to get another bath? My name is Shelby . It’s all about ME! |
| Summer 2009: Patients come before dinner and vacuuming and laundry and yard work and dealing with mail and bills. Sad, but true. But there are always at least a few minutes for family time: belly rubs, ball-chasing, good-night smooches, and some some intense ear-scratching. I had hoped to edit this a little, as it started when I was disturbed about Maggie's death. Please forgive me for going on and on, and enjoy it for what it is. For some strange reason, I needed to do this for Maggie, and I'm content now. Thank you for allowing me to purge. It was like a bad song running through my head: a little like "I'ts Fun to Stay at the Y...", no I like you; I can't do that. Better off thinking of "Wild Thing," by the Troggs, Shelby's theme song. Not as good as Dr. Suess, but maybe good enough for a few people to get a kick out of. For Sarah and Madison and your other daughter, and all families that love and appreciate their good dogs: |
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