Sad day for my family yesterday. We had to put down my beloved dog, Ginger. I’ve posted about her in the past, so some of you are already familiar with her cute face. She went downhill pretty fast, which was a tender mercy (although super hard). I made this video as a tribute to her life. I never meant to have a dog. I didn’t have one growing up, so I’m not really a dog person. But I’ve never regretted bringing Ginger into our family.
Yes, I’ve complained about how hairy she was or stressed about finding someone to tend her when we left on vacations…but she was an integral part of our family. She taught us about unconditional love and always had a smile on her face. I will love her forever for how she blessed our lives.
My dog, Ginger, is the smartest, sweetest, saintly dog alive! She’s also the stupidest!
Whenever we start to believe she’s a brainiac because she picks up on when we change shoes (which means it’s walk time), or when she perks her ears up and stands and starts stretching when someone happens to say the word WALK, or knows it’s time to go get the mail because my husband leaves his office and walks to the front door at 3 pm, we usually can be relieved of our fear that she’s going to take over the earth like the monkeys did on Planet of the Apes by just pulling out a simple flashlight. Continue reading
On the 23rd, is Take Your Dog to Work Day. Since I work at both a real office and a home office, I decided not to stress my dog out and drive into town. I introduced her to the workplace in a nice, mellow fashion–at home.
First, in order to make her feel legit, I forced some glasses on Ginger. I didn’t want her to feel like a dog. I wanted her to feel like a valuable, contributing member of my office…one I could depend on and turn to for help when the deadline is looming and the phone is ringing.
She grinned and bared it (her teeth, that is). Ginger didn’t really like dressing up for the job, but I insisted. I didn’t want her goofing off, and the glasses seemed to make her more sophisticated—not just a dumb blonde. Continue reading
Ginger is a very social dog. When we got her, we planned on her being an outside dog (and my house would be immensely less-hairy if she had cooperated). But she insisted on being near one of us all the time. She doesn’t like to go outside, unless someone will go with her (big blond wimp).
Of course, we—her family—are her best friends. Ah! My kids get a kick out of Ginger’s eyebrow twitches and the way she’ll come up and lick their toes Continue reading
My dog is a golden retriever. I thought that meant she’d be good at retrieving things, but she’s not. She loves catching, but things usually drop first or bounce before she gets them. Occasionally she’ll catch a Frisbee in the air and we clap and congratulate her as she trots back to us with a BIG SMILE.
Ginger: [Pant, pant, pant] Did you see that catch! Did you see it? I can die happy now! That was a great catch! Continue reading
Ginger’s excited today. This holiday is one she awaits eagerly each year (starting this year, because it’s the first I found out about it and told her; but now that she knows, I know she’s already counting down to next year).
What holiday is so exciting, you might ask, that a dog would nudge one of her people siblings off the computer to post on Facebook about it?
Well, I’ll tell you, but it’s definitely for the dogs.
It’s INTERNATIONAL DOG BISCUIT APPRECIATION DAY! WooHoo!
If you have a dog, like I do, then give them an extra treat today. They’ll appreciate it. The holiday promises this. Continue reading
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” Groucho Marx
Thank you, Groucho, for your profound wisdom. I happen to agree…but for a different reason. I also think inside a dog would be very STINKY! At least my dog. I can hardly stand her to breathe on me, so I can’t imagine reading a book inside her.
It would be warm though.
Do you know that some people brush their dog’s teeth? I’m not one of them. Sorry. It just isn’t my thing. I think bad breath is part and parcel to being a dog…and I don’t want Ginger getting any wild ideas that she’s a Hollywood prima donna by brushing her teeth for her. I’m no dog’ slave. She already thinks she’s a Sled dog. I don’t want to confuse her anymore. Continue reading
Ginger, the sled dog, loves winter. This is due to her genetic nose disorder–called Snow Nose–which gives her the false illusion that she’s an Alaskan Husky training for the Iditarod.
Even though Ginger dreams of running with the world’s elite snow doggies in this grueling race, if you’ve read past posts, you will know that if Ginger ever entered the Iditarod, she would lose! LAST PLACE! LAME-O! LOSER! Sorry, girl…but you know deep inside its true. (I’m talking to Ginger now)
You just don’t have the stamina to do a 1,049 mile race. Nor do you have the willpower to resist eating all that Alaskan snow between Anchorage and Nome. When you tired after about 100 feet and laid down to start eating the fluffy white stuff, the other dogs on your team would hate you…and maybe gang up on you and throw you to the side to be eaten by a polar bear (which I’ve heard isn’t a fun experience). Continue reading
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Guess what? You’ll never guess. Okay, I’ll tell you because I can’t stand suspense! It’s SQUIRREL APPRECIATION DAY. Aren’t you happy?
Well, I am. I think squirrels are cute. They’re good acrobats, can jump through trees…and can even run along electrical wires (that’s talent). At work, I’ve watched them play tag in the trees—and they’re very funny. A coworker left food outside her window for a squirrel. One summer day, she propped her window open and Mr. Squirrel surprised her and ran in across her desk and then all over the room trying to say Hi to all of us! Whee! Just like that Cindy Lauper song says: Squirrels Just Wanna Have Fun! Continue reading
Finally…our first snowfall here in Boise. This picture isn’t Idaho…but I like it anyway. It proves that dreams do come true (even if you’re not at Disneyland). This was a snowstorm in Las Vegas, Nevada (probably one of two times it snowed there as I grew up).
What I remember is that we made snowballs and put them in the freezer because we thought it would be awesome to have a snowball fight in the summer when it was 110 degrees outside. Continue reading