Tag: dog stories

Long Distance Dog Mystery

I love surprises. I didn’t imagine, and am truly mystified I love blogging.

Today, I celebrate my 200th post with a personal mystery story. As a kid, I loved mysteries. Still do. I want to know why dogs do the things they do.

At times, I suspect dogs of magical powers. The story I’m telling you today made me certain that dogs absolutely live tuned into a much bigger world than we do.

For four years, we didn’t have a dog. Our cat Blackie, sat on fences watching birds. Then we got new neighbors. Dave and Marion had no children. I went crazy over their black and tan German Shepherd, Rocky. He stood straight and solid like Rin Tin Tin, but was sweetly playful as a kitten. Dave enjoyed showing Rocky’s willingness to sit, down, stay, jump, and crawl.

The dog even let Dave pick him up like a baby.

German shepherd dog ba8477I began taking Rocky for long walks because our neighbors worked full-time. Soon, my Dad and Dave built a gate in our shared fence. Being young, Rocky had plenty of energy and love for both families.

That year in fourth grade, my best friend moved far from me. And then, I broke my arm. Being with Rocky helped ease those pains.

The California central valley tends to bake during summer. One hot July evening, my Dad brought home a little white dog. Our new mutt stood taller than a Chihuahua and lower than a Cocker Spaniel. With floppy puppy ears, a coppery-tan patch over one eye and ear, she had an offbeat sense of humor to match her odd coloring. Many dogs won’t risk looking new people in the eye, but she stood her ground with any sized man or beast.

Dog and hot dogs 12820d8I can’t recall who named her—Pizza. The name fit her one-of-a-kind looks. Much to all of our amazement, Rocky the goofy giant and Pizza the petite became best friends.

They ran ruts in our back lawn, wrestled and licked each other’s teeth. If Rocky stepped on Pizza when they played, he apologized, lowering himself to show he never mean to hurt or to scare her.

Dad adored dogs. We hadn’t Pizza more than a year when Dad had to take a job far in the northwestern forests. He could only come home on weekends. At that a time, long distance phone calls cost too much. So Dad would phone, but mom would refuse the call. This way, she knew he had arrived safely. Week after week, he missed us.

One week, Dad took Pizza with him.

After taking our morning walk along the Sacramento River, I let Rocky rest. That Wednesday afternoon when I went outside to check on him, something wasn’t right.

As I stroked Rocky’s black and tan fur, he groaned. I sat in the grass beside him, talking to him. I told him his friend, Pizza would be coming home Friday. I tried getting him on his feet. Rocky refused to stand. I brought him a fresh bowl of water. He wouldn’t drink. I began worrying. His beautiful prick ears lay low. He stretched out, stiffly as if stricken or wounded. The dog never raised his head or looked at me. All afternoon, he showed no interest in dog treats or food.

That evening, Dave had to carry Rocky home. I asked him, “Is he  sick?”

Dave said, “He’s not shivering. No sign of fever.”

The next day, Rocky seemed worse. He drank no water. Never looked at food. He did not raise his head when I held up his leash for a walk. He sighed and moaned, his eyes shut tightly.

German shepherd training Wallpaper g1ro2Then I felt scared. Never saw a dog looking so sad. I stayed with him, hour after hour, urging him to lap a little water. I wet his head and fur to keep him cool in the heat. He rarely opened his eyes. I held his head and shoulders.

That Thursday night after Dave took Rocky home, Mom answered the phone.
My Dad insisted that she accept a long distance charge. When she hung up, Mom sat with us at the kitchen table. Our macaroni and cheese melted into garden-red tomato slices.

Mom pursed her lips, looking sad. “Girls, your Dad wanted you to know. Oh…I don’t know how to say it. Pizza died.”

“Pizza?” I said, “No, she’s young. She wouldn’t die—.”

Mom added, “Yesterday, she drowned in the river while your Dad was fishing.”

My sister burst into tears. All of us cried. Our noodles and cheese got cold. Mom had to scrapped our plates into the garbage.

I slipped into the backyard. Crying, I sat in a chair, knees tucked up. I wanted to be a tiny ball of nothing. Yesterday? I thought. “Yesterday was Wednesday.” The very same day Rocky began moaning. I wonder, did he know? Rocky looked like he’d lost his best friend. Then I feel sure. Somehow he knew the moment Pizza died.

I have never figured this out. But I’m sure that Rocky knew and mourned his little friend, Pizza.

If a dog ever looked heartbroken, Rocky did.

I don’t believe in ESP.  I believe we don’t know everything. Science keeps proving things exist in nature beyond our wildest dreams. I hope someday, someone will help me understand how Rocky knew.

What has your dog done to make you think he knows more than you do?
I love my readers’ stories.

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Dog Leader Mysteries: A Review of 2011

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,000 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.

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Longest Dog Tongue Ever: Photo Friday

Longest dog tongue ever?

Sid Tongue

Sydney (before haircut) looks twice his size as he waits for a sandwich.

Sydney thought he had a chance.

But two different dogs claim world records for the longest tongue. We think it should be awarded based on the dog’s body mass in relation to his tongue. What do you think?

In 2010, a rescued dog named Puggy the Pekingese held this title. http://www.pawnation.com/2010/10/04/puggy-the-pekingese-has-the-longest-dog-tongue-in-the-world/

And the 2011 Guinness World Record is? Check out Guinness World Record Longest Tongue on a Dog.

Then there’s Brandy the Boxer. Slobber King? Next cartoon hit to follow Scooby-Doo?

How should I measure a dog’s tongue? Sydney insists he’s got a chance. So send clues. How you would measure Sydney’s tongue?

Hello Dog Land from NaNoWriMo 2011

Here I go again.  Signing up to write my second Dog Leader Mystery.

Hello to all you crazy writers signed up this year.

Please find me on the National Novel Writing Web site under my user name, dtfwriter.

Please add me, dtfwriter, as your buddy for this month of flying words.  And I hope my dog isn’t mad at me for spending more hours hitting the keyboard. Maybe Sydney will have to take me for walks, just to be sure I don’t get lost in a headful of new stories.

You can also find me on Facebook.

Last year, I enjoyed the sweat and the tears of writing nearly 60,000 words.

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