Me and my Arrows

About seven years ago my dog Sadie, a little black cock-a-poo got her last treat of Cheez Whiz with a pill tucked inside it. She had been my companion for 11 years. My marriage to Zeus brought tough adjustments for her, the most difficult one being banned from sleeping with me. For some reason Zeus felt that there was only room in that huge king-sized bed for two! However, Sadie quickly learned that as soon as his feet hit the floor in the morning she could sneak in and curl up into the small of my back. I still miss her.

Throughout my life there have only been a few dogs. Speck came to my family when I was in grade school and lived about 14 years. In the end she was a crotchety old woman. (I could accurately say bitch here but that might not be very nice.) I believe that she got her name because she was such a small little thing when she came to our home.

Olaf was a gift from a Swedish friend from Minnesota (hence the name Olaf) when Athena and Eris were little. He was a weird combination of dachshund and cocker spaniel. He also was a little crazy. Okay, a lot crazy. He was with us for six or seven years until he tried to eat my condo, one chunk of sheet rock at a time. The poor thing suffered from severe PTSD after a neighbor plowed his truck through the side of my condo one day while I was at work. After that poor Olaf had a panic attack whenever he was left alone and tried to gobble his way out lest another vehicle crashed through the brick wall.

Angel was my Dad's dog. Blame Athena for the name. This was probably the funniest looking mutt in the world. Angel and Sadie were best friends and often had sleepovers at each other's houses. This photo was on one of her "bad hair days", but she was usually kept trimmed and looking nice. Too bad the doggy dentist couldn't do anything about that underbite. She and Dad left us 13 years ago.

These days we are dogless, with the exception of Gomer, who lounges in his dog bed at the bottom of the staircase. He doesn't bark, shed or poop, without a doubt the best dog ever. His only real purpose in life is to make visitors stop instantly in their tracks the first time they see him from above.

I often miss some canine companionship and occasionally think about how nice it would be to have another Sadie greet me at the door with her tail wagging her entire back half. That yearning leaves and sanity returns quickly when I watch the endless parade of dogs walking their owners (?) up and down our street many times a day with the owners carrying little baggies filled with yesterdays Alpo. I can always go next door to pet Harley, the little tiny chihuahua or go to visit one of my four adorable grandpuppies. Anyway, Zeus is a darn good snuggler.

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The title of this post is another song from my favorite movie The Point. If you would like to see a video click here.