Ruffin It Together: October 2012

The trouble with pets is that there always comes a day that you have to let them go. That happened to us this past weekend. We had gone to Breckenridge to visit the Grandparents. Chelsea met us there. Saturday afternoon Abbie threw up and you could tell she didn't feel good at all. We were coming on home Saturday evening and she just got more lethargic By the time we got to Rotan she was having trouble walking. She could never get comfortable. We called the vet who said it sounded like she had possibly eaten a toxic toad that is in this area. (I think she developed the same condition that our other Boston had as they behaved the same way.) We stayed up all night with her. She died about 5:30 Sunday morning.

But this is not a sad blog. She was a good dog. We remember her fondly for things like:

CHECK THE MAIL: she would run to the front door, jump up and down. As I went out to really check the mail, she would dart to the end of the sidewalk and begin sniffing around the yard. She never, not once, ran out into the street. (Except for that time she chased the cat.)

LOAD UP: she would run to the back door, jump up and down. She knew this meant she was going for a ride. She would ride to the DQ, or to get gas, or go out of town.

WANT A DINGO: she would go to the cabinet we kept the treats. She would wait there until we got a dingo out of the package and would sit perfectly still, even with us holding the treat up in the air, until we reached down to give it to her. She got one when we ate.

She loved to wiggle down beside you on the sofa or in the recliner. This is where she spent most of her time with us. And she had the best balance. She could sit up with her front paws up for minutes on end. She could walk on her back legs. She loved to play tug-of-war (Check out the video on "dog-sitting").