Hi everybody! I'm Dinah Dog! I've been with Lois over 14 years and boy, have we been through a lot of life in that amount of time. I'm still working my dog job, though, seeing as how it isn't over yet and I'm still here!
Let's take a short, little trip in the way-back machine to the beginning of our time together… My mom, Lois, had two dogs, a Welsh Pembroke Corgi named Pancho, and Auburn, a Guide Dog for the Blind that she had raised as a puppy who didn't make it all the way through her training to be a guide dog. Auburn developed kidney disease and although the amazing veterinarian was able to put her on medication and give her another year of life, Lois had to put her to sleep when she was just eight years old. Auburn had been with Lois through a lot of very negative stuff in her life and they had a very special connection, those two. So when Lois had to let her go, she was devastated and for the first time since having had pets, she took a day off work to grieve the loss of Auburn.
Well, a interesting thing soon happened. Pancho was also grieving the loss of his friend and buddy, not eating and moping around the house as if the life had gone out of him. Lois took him to that amazing vet I mentioned earlier who told Lois that Pancho was missing his friend and gave her a couple of choices that could work to bring him out of it – give him some "puppy uppers" (anti-depressents for dogs) or find him a new friend. Lois left the vet's office, without the pills for Pancho, and went home, leaving Pancho there. She headed out to the local PetSmart to get some food for the cats and when she walked in, she noticed that the Humane Society of Southwest Washington was there with some cats and dogs that were available for adoption.
Sitting up in one of the big crates, was me, a two-year-old+ mostly-Golden Retriever with a polka-dotted nose and white-tipped tail and toes. I just knew that someone special was coming for me and I wanted to be sitting up, looking cute, and waiting in anticipation for her. She walked right over to me and the rest, as they say, was history. I was badly matted, with huge callouses on my pads, just a bit underweight and not spayed. I wish I could tell the story of my two years before this moment but all I could do was wag my tail and do my best to tell Lois how grateful I was that she came in that day and rescued me. Because that's exactly what she did. She rescued me. I'd never been inside a house before so I didn't know what to do when she opened the sliding glass door and encouraged me to come inside. Walking on carpet was so foreign to my feet that it felt funny at first. She let me and Pancho jump up on the bed and sleep with her – I'd flop my head over on her leg and just drip gratitude from my eyeballs. At least, that's what it felt like to me. I think she got it, too, because I once heard her tell someone just that!
Fast-forward through all the years in between that amazing day and today. Now it's just my mom and me and we live in a big dog crate that rolls down the road (it's really a 10' vintage trailer called Li'l Homey) and stops in places with good smells… state parks, beaches, campgrounds, other people's driveways, rest areas, and any other place that we can find to park for a few hours or a few days.
These days, I’m beginning to shed a lot – I actually think I’m going to be blowing out this winter coat very soon and then there’ll be lots of fine blond dog hair everywhere. I’ll bet if we opened a hermetically-sealed can of coffee there’d be dog hair in it. Woof!
I’m getting older – I just turned 16 years old in people years – that’s what, 112 in dog years or something like that. Most days, I do just fine but I can tell I’m slowing down. I don’t jump up into the car anymore – I huff up a ramp with a little push, I mean, help from the rear. I spend most of the day sleeping, or napping as Lois calls it. Young dogs bug the bejesus out of me – just leave me alone, okay? I still love to eat and really like things like toast, buttered or not (but if it has some apricot jam on it, I’ll be in heaven!).
I love traveling with my mom because I know wherever we go, it'll be an adventure. Maybe we'll see you down the road somewhere! Woof woof woof!
12 thoughts on “Guest Post: Introducing Me, Dinah Dog”
Lois, I've read every one of your blogs this past week. For what it's worth, you're doing a FINE job. I'm certainly enjoying it anyway. Keep up the good work.
Thanks, Marilyn! I’m sure having fun in this blogathon – it’s way more fun than the challenge I made for myself a couple of years ago! I love the community that’s developed among these 200+ bloggers – whee!
what a beautiful, well writen tribute to your mom Dianah! I love it when our fur babys adopt us!
Dinah, please continue to keep your mommy Lois safe, as you go from one adventure to another. I hope to see you soon!
hugs and pets! Your friend Debbie (Kirby's Mommy)
Hi Debbie! I can’t wait till you’re closer and we can actually plan on getting together!
You are so right – Dinah did adopt me, not the other way around. My life has been so blessed with her! (She even picked her own name…)
HEY DINAH THIS IS CODY. GLAD TO HEAR YOU ARE ENJOYING YOUR SUMMER. I CANT WAIT TILL I GET TO GO TOO, MOM STILL HAS TO WORK FOR A WHILE, ALTHOUGH SHES SLOWING DOWN I LIKE HELPING HER , SHES A GOOD MOM AND SHE LOVES ME ALOT. SHE DOESNT EVEN COMPLAIN WHEN I NEED TO GO OUT AT 5;00AM.. SHES SAYS I DO GOOD TALKING IN MY INDOOR VOICE. WELL HAPPY YOUR HAVING FUN SAY HI TO YOUR MOM SHES NICE TOO. WE ARE VERY LUCKY TO HAVE SUCH GREAT PEOPLE TO LOVE US.
This is Dinah: hi Cody! Long time, no see! Hope you are taking care of your mom, too – she’s the greatest! Woof woof!
Visiting from the WordCount Blogathon. As a fellow pet lover, I thoroughly enjoyed your post! I am so glad you found Dinah at just the right time! We have 7 furry family members and they all have wonderful distinct personalities. 4 are cats and 3 are dogs…all rescue except the puppy, who we got from a friend. The puppy's best friend is a cat and they are just so sweet together. They snuggle and the cat grooms him.
Hi Michelle! It sounds like you have a house-full of wonderful fur-people who love each other. This is the first time in my adult life that I’ve had only one and I’m still getting used to it – my living space is just so small, I don’t think I could fit another body in there! Thanks for your comment!
What a wonderful tail wagging post! I greatly enjoyed the read.
Thank you, Cindy! Dinah and I do get around but she makes life so much more fun and interesting… every day, I’m beyond belief that she’s as old as she is and still doing so well!
My boys – Obi and Stitch would like to say hi to Dinah. Great post!
Dinah says “woof!” back to Obi and Stitch!
Thanks for the comment, Ashley!
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