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.
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
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
To preface this, I’m not a dog person. I’m a Ginger person. Ginger’s my golden retriever, and she’s the most awesome hairy rug I’ve ever had. These are things I love about her:
1. I potty trained her in a week. None of my kids were done that fast!
2. I can say mean things in a nice voice and she’ll wag her tail and grin at me.
“Ginger, who’s the stinkiest, stupidest, hairiest dog in the world? That’s right! You are! Your breath kills brain cells; your hair clogs vacuums; and you chase red dots from pen lighters. You’re a complete and utter DORK!”
…And she sits at my feet as I berate her and shines that golden grin on me. Continue reading