[Updated to add a picture of a Portuguese Water Dog at Squadratomagico's request.]
I meant to post this yesterday, but for some strange reason my computer wouldn't connect to our wireless network. Poor Bullock had to redo the network from scratch -- new name, new channel, new key, etc. -- for my computer to connect. This is the second time this has happened and neither of us knows why. It's annoying as hell, too.
Anyway, Wiley left with the Pastry Pirate on Monday morning and we've missed him terribly since. If we get our own dog, it won't be until I get back from my London trip (word to the folks also in London this summer, I'll be there June 24 to July 21). I still don't know what kind of dog we'll get, though I have to say I met my first Portuguese Water Dog the other day and I'm still enamored, though the breed may be a little too energetic for our household. Bullock and I were in the living room and watching the neighbors across the street load tons of large size trash onto the curb -- we were trying to guess what was going on: remodelling? cleaning out the parents' house for a move to a retirement home? getting ready to sell? -- when a dog walker came down the street and Bullock said, "Hey, isnt't that a Portuguese Water Dog?" At which point I raced out the front door and asked to be introduced. The dog was a 2 1/2 year old male named Ghost, and still acted very puppy-like in his excitement to meet me (though he didn't jump on me -- good boy!). He was so sweet and eager to please, and once I stopped loving him up (what soft fur! what a sweet lovey-dovey personality!) and started asking his human about the breed, Ghost happily sat in the grass and waited for the humans to be done -- though he was clearly excited and eager to be on his way on his adventurous walk, since he was panting with anticipation.
If you've never seen a Portie, here's a picture of a young brown one named Dakota, copied from this site. Dakota was bred by Timber Oaks Portuguese Water Dogs of Traverse City, MI. Since the picture's not mine, if the Timber Oaks folks come by and ask me to take it down, I will, but I wanted to use it for illustrative purposes, since the Portie I met, Ghost, looked like a black version of Dakota.
*Anyway* since a Portie is a non-shedding breed, that would solve the thing we liked least about having a large shedding dog -- the hair, my god, the hair (which, as New Kid points out, will ALWAYS be with us). Here it is nearly a week later and though Wiley is gone, his hair reminds us of his 4+ months with us, and makes us all the more sad that he's not there. After all, it's depressing to still have some of the bad things about dog ownership -- the hair, the smelly vacuum cleaner (I have to change the bag and filter) -- and yet no soft and fuzzy and funny and fascinating creature to show for it. Wah!
So here are some final pictures of Wiley as a tribute, taken by the Pirate during her visit (I haven't uploaded mine yet). First, here's Mister Sister (one of Bullock's many names for Wiley other than, well, Wiley) hoping instensely that Bullock will give him some of that leftover chicken he's got (at least, I assume Wiley doesn't want a martini -- note glass):
And now here's Deputy Dog (another of Bullock's nicknames for him) on the family room floor, guarding one Bullock's favorite non-human-food treats to get for him, a jerky-coverd, marrow-filled bone:
I like this picture of Wiley. If you take out the week and a half of dizziness and hospital stays from the ear infection, this picture pretty much sums up his stay with us: contented and spoiled rotten. I think of it as having been our only chance to be grandparents of sorts, or the cool aunt and uncle. Sorry, Pirate!
And so long, Wiley! We'll miss you! I hope we see you again soon!
Love,
Aunt Virago and Uncle Bullock
PS -- I just noticed that the Pirate also has put up both of these pictures on her blog, plus the other one I thought about putting up, of Kittenheads (one of her many nicknames for him -- why does no one call him by his actuall name???) back at her place. Wiley's a star of the blogosphere!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Belated Friday dog blogging: farewell to Wiley
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9 comments:
Can you post s photo of the Portuguese water dog? I never heard of it before!
My lab died two years ago this month, and I STILL find dog hair on sweaters and such. I used to joke that I wore my dog on my sleeve. More truth than joke.
There are worse things than dog hair.
Bardiac, my condolences on the loss of your doggy companion. (I love labs, btw.) And yeah, dog hair isn't such a big deal -- it just somehow makes me miss the fuzzball more!
Squadratomagico - I'll at least put up a link to a picture, if not a picture.
Thanks! I can see why you're smitten -- it's really cute!
PWD are very nice. One of the other women on faculty here until recently was a breeder and had some lovely dogs! I have to admit that I adore having dogs. The only problem is not being able to take them along on longer trips. Fortunately, Ozzie adores the kennel and my in-laws usually like to keep Goldie (one small Sheltie is easier to manage than the same plus an energetic Staffie Bull).
Bardiac, my heart goes out to you.
I'm allergic to dogs and my first 21 years I thought I could never have a dog, which grieved me. Until one day my doctor told me there were dogs that had hair instead of fur and had so few allergens, I would be okay. I now have Ariel (half wirefox terrier, half poodle) and Wilbur (wheaten terrier). I can only imagine how much you miss Wiley, and how happy the Pastry Pirate must be to have him with her again. I think it's great that you and Bullock are thinking about getting a dog. I'm sure the right one will find you after your return.
DEER BIPED I HAV LOGGD IN AS PASTRY PIRATE TO TEL YOU I MISS YOU AND ALSO BULOK'S COOKING WUZ WAY BETTER THAN PIRATE'S. MY GOD, SHE MADE MEETBALLZ LAST NIGHT AND I ATE SEVEN OF THEM ONLY TO BE POLITE. THANK GOD SHE IS ONLY TRYING TO BE A PASTRY CHEF AND NOT A SAVORY CHEF BECAUSE SHE WUD BE UNEMPLOYED AND WE WUD BE HOMELISS. I DO LIKE THAT SHE TAKES ME TO THE WUDZ EVERY MORNING AND LETZ ME RUNRUNRUNRUNRUN OFF LEASH AND ONE DAY I KNOW I WILL KILL ME A DEER OR SKWURL. I LOVE YOU AND YOU WILL ALWAYZ BE IN MY HEART... JUST LIKE MY FUR WILL ALWAYS BE IN YOUR HAUS. LOVE WITH BARKINGS, WILEY
Ok, now that I've wrestled the keyboard back from Wiley (funny how he seemed to have less trouble figuring out the "word verification" than I do, no?), I just want to say that young Willard is doing well but does have moments of what seems like sadness that I have decided to interpret as longing for the rest of his pack, namely, youse guys.
As for the meatballs, yes, I think I had some need to prove to Wiley that I could cook as well as Bulloch -- how else to explain the sudden and consuming need to make chianti-baked buffalo meatballs?
Oh, and I promise you, you will find Wiley's hair in odd places, like your dinner plates and the ceiling, for the rest of your life, even if you relocate.
And finally... "skwurl" is an excellent name for a band.
Virago/Bullock:
Copilot's hair was mostly black, while Burke's is mostly white. And what I'm sweeping up these days is mostly white. So I would have to surmise that the dog hair problem will work itself out (in my case, the color just changed). That said, non-shedding is good! I've known a couple PWDs in my time and they've been great dogs. Have you thought about a rescued greyhound or whippet, by the way?
Wiley:
Your spelling sucks. But your grammar and punctuation are surpisingly good for a dog...
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