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Farewell to a fur-ever friend

We had to say good-bye to our fur-ever friend, Frankie, earlier this week.

13 years & 22 days with the world’s greatest dog.

So lucky, yes we were.

Smart and hilarious, I found him at the Humane Society of West Michigan.   More about his adoption story here. In his honor, we are going to pay it forward and sponsor the adoption of another mutt for a another lucky family.  He was all about sharing and I think he would have appreciated that.

Frankie as a wee one

Frankie as a wee boy

Frankie arrived when our boys were 6 & 14; He was a first class salesman (he always got the order), champion bed warmer, professional greeter and happiest .. near us.

We enjoyed a great weekend with the kids & grands by the grill (his favorite), not knowing it would be his last.

Frankie's last grill night with us .. just last Saturday.

Frankie’s last grill night with us .. just last Saturday.

He developed a vestibular disorder suddenly,  which as traumatic as it was to witness, had to have been terrifying for him.  But I know in my heart that our presence, our touch, our kisses, tears, sorrow and hugs .. served to comfort him in his hour of need.

Frankie finds contentment easily

He enjoyed cuddles like this one the last night of his life

Thankfully, the situation was short-lived.

I’m grateful for that.

Thankfully, we were home.

I’m grateful for that, too.

It was obvious we had a decision to make that, as sad as it was for us, was absolutely right … for him.

He deserved no less.

And so we stayed with him as he passed on, petting him, kissing him, whispering words of endearment that will never be enough to say all that we really felt.

We bucked up, carried on and, with tears streaming down, did our best to convey our gratitude to the kind of friend you wish could stay in your life .. fur-ever.

Rest in peace, sweet boy.

Frankie’s farewell … an emjayandthem (C) photo

 “If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” ― Will Rogers

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Time passages

Looking through some older photos the other day, I came across some older snaps of Frankie the dog:

baby Frankie

baby Frankie

With oldest boy:

Baby Frankie with big brother Boo

Baby Frankie with big brother Boo

and with youngest:

can't. breathe.

can’t. breathe.

Supervising leaf raking as a young gentle-dog:

in younger days, before the grey

in younger days, before the grey

And later, modeling a shrunken woolen sweater in a move known as the Marino-a-No-No.

you guys are ridiots

you guys are ridiots

He’s been a source of hilarity and a source of comfort, too.

See the smile on Frank's face?

See the smile on Frank’s face?

And always, he continues to do what he does best … stay close.

Grill consultant

Grill consultant waiting quietly nearby.

Time passages.

13 years since he came home with us from the pound.

And always, ever faithful.

There is no faith which has never yet been broken, except that of a truly faithful dog.  ~Konrad Lorenz

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On Fridays

happy dog

Friday’s make me grin

On Fridays, coffee shop lines are filled with people who smile at each other.

On Fridays, the weekend peeks over the horizon with projects and possibilities.

On Fridays, conversations turn to dates and plans, dreams and stories.

On Fridays, we turn off the lights on our week’s work.

On Fridays,  4:30 is to meetings what water is to boarding.

Happy Friday, peeps!

happy cat

Have a great weekend!

*all images from Pinterest.

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Shorty-pants the Co-op Cat

Oodles of kittens. That's me, lower left and my best cousin and friend, Deb next to me. Behind us is my sister and in ther ver

Oodles of kittens. That’s me, lower left, & my best friend and cousin, Deb, sitting next to me. (Behind us are our sisters).  This picture was taken in 1966 and we were 3, the same age as my grand-daughter MJ is today!

So … growing up on the family farm in rural Saskatchewan, I can tell you now that I lost track of how many kitty-cats we had.

We had Tigger, the orange Tom the size of a bobcat, Alley, the Alley-Cat,  and Minnie Mouse, so named because she was an expert mouser.  There was Flora, Fauna and Merriweather, named after the faeries in a Disney movie, Alice, who we named after Great Aunt Alice and her love of ruby-red lipstick and shoe-polish black hair dye.  And I can’t forget William McDolphus, my cousins’ tomcat or Tia the baby Siamese who showed up just weeks before Christmas.  As we grew up, our cats took on more sophisticated names like Black Magic, Rod the bod (as in Rod Stewart) and Meatloaf, the world’s fattest cat.

But the one who lives in infamy is Shorty-pants the Co-op cat.

Let me tell you the story.

You see, in my neck of the woods, farm families belong to a “Co-Op” association; it’s where they shop for gas and groceries, Christmas presents, farm tools, lipstick and romance novels, and everything else in-between.

Legend has it that Dad drove to town on a cold winter’s day, parked his car and left it running.  You can do that in a small town.  While his car was idling, out fell a cat.

You read that right.

Out fell a cat.

Now it was not uncommon in winters where the average temperature is -40F to have cats, ours or otherwise, climb up on a tire and warm themselves next to the engine. However, it was uncommon for a cat to survive a 9 mile ride to town and several thousand turns around the engine.

Dad came out of the Co-op with licorice and groceries and the mail and heard the most terrible sound coming from under his car. Peering through the snow and the muck and the ice there he saw it — a most pitiful sight: a bloodied kitty shivering in the cold with the back end of his fur .. scorched off.

Now Dad was the softest of the softies and he wasn’t about to let this cat freeze to death.  However, this was not our cat.  Not one he’d ever before seen. He somehow managed to catch the poor thing and get it into the car and, let’s just say, his ride home was …. interesting.

Next we come to my Mother’s reaction, which consisted of, “How did you make out at the store, dear?” “Did you remember to get Canada Dry?” “Did you pickup the paper, too?” And then came “What in the hell is that?”  Picture this before her:  a bitterly cold January day and here’s Dad hauling groceries and a half naked cat. And behind her were five – count ’em – five terrorists kids.

Downstairs went the cat and back up to the kitchen went my Mom.

It wasn’t long before all of us discovered Dad’s little secret: the secret living in the basement! You see Mom is highly allergic to cats. As in can’t breathe allergic. As in probably not a good idea to have a cat – even a half-naked one – living in the house with the rest of us.

But.

We kids didn’t care; one by one we made excuses to sneak away and play with Shorty Pants, and, day by day, he found his way into our hearts.  We rubbed salve onto his exposed skin and found ways to play with him that didn’t make him hurt.  It wasn’t uncommon to find one of us – at any hour day or night – shivering in that cold basement with a warm and smiling cat cuddled in our laps.

The thing is, that cat’s hair never fully grew back and his name never changed.  He lived to the ripe old age of 17, siring dozens of litters and I’m sure there are still descendents of his tucked  up into wheel wells on cold winter days.

Forever and a day, he was known as Shorty-Pants the Co-Op cat and, to this day, he remains, my very favorite.

“Animals are such agreeable friends–they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.” ~ George Eliot

Did a pet of yours come to you in a most unusual way?

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Frankie’s Fall Tour

Ola!

Approaching my 2-year-blogoversary next week (click here for my very first post!), I decided to, once again, feature our faithful furry friend, Frankie.  Frankie’s been featured here more than once and come to have his very own group of admirers.

Tuesday evening was windy and cool  – a typical fall mix of sun and shadows, gusts and more … and really, the perfect evening for a stroll with old dog.

I swear that dog has a clock: he stamps his paw and moans at lunchtime, he sits at the front door just before that big yellow thing drives by (school bus),  and he always, always waits in the same spot until I walk in .. half on the carpet, half on the kitchen floor.  And when I set my things down and reach to pet his fuzzy face, he wraps his paws around my wrists and loves me like no other.

He waited patiently as I laced up my runners and he twirled a few times when I put on my wind breaker.   Leaning down, I softly said the words he longed to hear: “Would you like to go for a walk?”    His happy smile and wagging tale told me the answer wasn’t just yes but I-can’t-believe-you-asked-me-and-of course-I’ll-accept-this-rose!

Come along with us, will ya?

1st stop, sniff at the neighbor’s house

Bum snags happen when you’re walkin’ like you mean it!

Almost home but these old hips need to rest a spell …

Squirrels schmirrels!

Total distance traveled: <1 mile.

Total # potty breaks: 18

Total # sniffs: 47

Total # tail wags: 354

Time with my aging pooch? Priceless

*~*~*~*

“I like dogs
Big dogs
Little dogs
Fat dogs
Doggy dogs
Old dogs
Puppy dogs
I like dogs
A dog that is barking over the hill
A dog that is dreaming very still
A dog that is running wherever he will
I like dogs.”
—Margaret Wise Brown (The Friendly Book {Big Little Golden Book}) 

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Shine on

Now isn’t that a handsome pooch tucked into the new shiny award below? Yep, it’s about time that a canine connection was recognized here in the blogosphere!   You read that correctly: Frankie the dog has taken over the controls here at Emjayandthem.

Rom’s buddy Dianna at These Days of Mine shared this award via her kitty cat, Sundae.  Despite what you might think, I’m not anti-kitty.   I’m cat-neutral. Not that I know any cats personally. Unless you count that fat cat across the street who lies in the yard and stares at me; it’s not like we’ve been introduced though because Rom doesn’t let me cross the road. I think he laughs at me for that. Whatever.

Anyways, so on to the award.  Apparently the rules have been edited over time but here’s what I understand we’re to do:

  • Answer some questions  
  • Nominate other dogs blogs
  • Include the award here
  • Pay the love forward by telling others they’ve been nominated
  • Pay the love back by linking back to the one who nominated you (dance with the one who brought you, so to speak)

What is My Favorite Color?   It’s a tie between black & white.

What is My Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink?  plain ole H2O works just fine for me.  I’m partial to tap, shaken not stirred.

Yes I really am that subtle!

What is My Favorite Animal?    Duh! Dogs.

when I was just a pup

when I was just a pup

Do I Prefer Facebook or Twitter?   I prefer Myface.

What is My Favorite Number?   5:15.  That’s when Rom gets home and all is right with the world!

I’ve been part of every important milestone in this family. This pic was taken on my brother’s wedding day; I had a purple bow on!!

What is My Favorite Flower?  I really dig Rom’s peonies ’cause I can operate in super stealth mode in there.

can you find me?

What is My Passion?   Sleeping, eating, greeting, napping, stretching, sniffing, eating, dozing and grilling!

trying to be mannerly and not stare at the food directly

Many of Rom’s readers have award-free blogs, so we decided only to name those bloggers that we know have furry friends to share this with.  BUT we invite all of you who wish to accept this award to please do so.

please visit

Otis the Texas dog at When I Ride

Shelby the farm pooch at The View out Here

Minnie Mouse, a very feisty cat at Hot Rod Cow Girl

Lucy, a hat wearing, passport toting dog at Reinventing the Event Horizon

Loca the frisbee flipping poodle at Hunting for Bliss

The old cat over at Rich Ripley’s house

My Florida dog-friend Chewie at My Fascinating Life

Siblings Wilbur and Cherokee & any extra pooches being “dog-sat” over at Lenore Diane’s

and Lucy-pie, the dog who favors crazy poses, at Into the Mystic

And special thanks to Sundae-girl for the shout out.  Have a great day, friends!

“We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.” ~ Immanuel Kant

peace out

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Whatever to the ever

When I got home from work last night, it was hot and muggy. Housework beckoned but so did the yard.  The yard won because well, there is a pool out there.

Old dog happily accompanied me as I hooked up the hose and watered my plants.

He supervised from the hill, the sun warming his old bones.

Next it was time to grill which meant I had to come in the air conditioning to retrieve the meat.  Notice I said “we” because Frankie is always willing to help. But first, he took his scheduled break on a cool floor.

You can’t see him in this photo but he’s there … he’s always there.  He was off to the right of the grill, his nose just far enough away to avoid being singed.

When it was all said and done and he’d had his allotment of meaty morsels, he retired to the condo for the evening.

An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing.  ~Robert Brault

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How about you?  Does your pet take part in your routine or do you take part in theirs?

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Blessed not stressed

Repeat after me:

“Life is good.

I have every reason in the world to be happy today.

I have one to a thousand reasons to feel good.

Today, I count my blessings.

I let the sun shine inside my heart and I see in its light the dazzling beauty that’s within me.

I see my strength, I see my compassion, I see my love, and I see my joy.

I choose to feel connected; I choose to feel alive in this moment and I choose to feel good, happy, and whole.

Everything that’s for my highest good comes my way.  And what doesn’t holds something rewarding in it, too.

Life is good and I am blessed, not stressed.”

There are two ways to be rich. One is to have all you want, the other is to be satisfied with all that you have. 

Other than the grand looking black & white chap in the middle, all other images are from Pinterest.com.  Have a great day, friends! 

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Senor Doggus & the Vet

Frankie had his physical Monday night.

Old dog survived the traumatic two mile car trip to the Vet’s office, interactions with other jumpy, barky types, and being poked, prodded, and touched.

Here’s how it went down:

“Oh Frankie, you’re such a gentleman, if only all of our patients were as good as you,” said the Vet to our Rooney-eye-browed dog.

Andy Rooney: a striking similarity, eyebrows-wise; google images.com

Yes?

As expected, Frank took it all in stride.

In fact, his reactions to the Veterinary Inquiry are shown in italics below:

“He looks so good for his age, I can’t believe he will be 12 this year!”  Thank you; I’ve been doing downward-facing dog a lot lately. 😉

“He’s even lost weight!”  I’ve been walking with Mom every day. It’s nearly the best part of my day, ‘cept when the kid gets home from school. And lunch with Dad. I love lunch. Who doesn’t love lunch?

me and my boy; I can't believe he's about to Graduate!

“His ticker sounds so strong!”  Duh!! Walks with Mom every day. And if you visited my house you’d notice that the squirrels and I have an agreement; they stay on the fence or behind it. Grrr. 

“How does he do getting up and down all the stairs in your house?” Sometimes getting up onto my boy’s bed hurts a little, and, truth be told, I moan an awful lot.  But, more often than not, it’s a sigh.  It’s the the happy kind you make when your belly is full and your boy is near and the sun is streaming through the window. Sometimes I ache but I’ll never, ever complain.  Mom bought me a new bed recently, and it’s so big and fluffy, they call it the “Condo” because I can disappear in it. And I do.

Frankie's condo; it's the least an old dog deserves

“Let’s get him on some glucosamine, it will really help his joints feel better. And they’re liver flavored; dogs love them!”  Clearly we’ve just met; I’m not a typical dog: I don’t eat anything shaped like that without Peanut Butter or a little cheese.  Skippy and Sharp cheddar, that’s where it’s at.

“Flea and tick season is here; we’ll need to start him on that plus heartworm medicine, right?”   Great, more liver flavored stuff.   That’s OK, Mom will hide them in a peanut butter sandwich and I’ll play along. (It’s our secret.)  And when she puts that oily stuff on my shoulders, I’ll strut and channel Billy Idol.

Nice day for a White Wedding yeah! (google.images.com)

“His coat looks great! What are you feeding him?”  Pedigree.  You know … the food for dogs born without one?  Don’t forget chicken broth and a little pizza crust.  I’m pretty diversified, now that I think of it. Hey, is that a grill I smell?

“Have you ever thought of having his teeth cleaned?  We can do that, but you need to know it does involve anesthesia and such.”  My mom’s a farm girl. She loves me but I’m not seeing doggie dentures in my future.  Besides, that’s what Milk Bones are for. Speaking of, when’s lunch?

At least I don't have an overbite! google.images.com

And there you have it. A day in the life of old dog.  Traumatic two mile car ride and all.

I hope we have many, many more.

“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.” — Unknown

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Frankly speaking

On this, my 325th post, I decided to feature a guest writer.  Meet Frankie the wonder dog …. AKA Captain Cuddles. General Zozie.  Mozey-Dozie.  Frankie 6 Paws.  SuperFrank.  Frankie Bear.

Meet Frankie … our family dog. 

***

Hello.

I’ve been trying to get my paws on this thing for a while now but Mum’s a little protective with it. I usually just stay near her as she writes; she laughs and smiles a lot when she does.

I’ve been trying to get on here because I want to tell you how she came to be mine.

You see Mum & Dad had talked about getting the boys (my adopted brothers) a dog for quite a while. It seems they’d visited the shelter a few times and always left empty-handed. Well, that’s where I come in.

I was just a little ball of fluff when I found myself there. Oh the people were nice, but it was a loud, scary place and I didn’t like it very much.  To top it off, they stuck me in with 6 or 7 older, bigger pups. You ever been tossed into a playground with a gaggle of goons? That’s what it felt like: wrestling for attention, not to mention food. I still eat my crunchies away from my pack, even now.

The day I met Mum will live forever in my mind.

my first weekend with my family

I spotted her long before she saw me.  And as they always did, those undignified clods surged the kennel door, clamoring, clawing and yapping for her attention.  And that’s when I made my move… by staying perfectly still. I sat as tall as my 11 pounds could stretch, and I pushed my chest out as far as it would go.  I cocked my head to the right and gave her my most curious look (see above).   And then it happened:  She stopped and reached into our pit of puppies.  Could it be? Could my dreams really be coming true?  I heard her ask, “Oh ..look at you; what’s your story?” She picked me up and cradled me from below.  Shyly, I tucked my nose into the crook of her elbow and kept my head down, shivering with nerves and delight.  She cooed softly and I felt us moving as she walked to the “visiting” room, whatever that was.  She sat on the floor, cross legged, and put me down in front of her. I did the only thing I could think to do: I ran right back to her! She laughed and picked me up again, and then looked me in the eye.  I looked back and then burrowed my face into her neck and licked her hand as politely as I could. She whispered, “Are you sure?” and my eyes pleaded “Yes, Yes! Please pick me.” And she did.

A day passed. I got a bath and yelped a little when poked with something sharp. One more big sleep and my loneliness fell away when I saw her coming for me.  Me! She took me to meet my new family; it was the best day of my life because I not only got her, I got him plus two glorious boys of my very own!  And every day, for all of my 11 years, I’ve had one or the other working out of the house.  They have to leave sometimes, and the boys go away more often, but when they come back to me, it still feels like that very first day.  I’m older now and I don’t run as quickly; it’s hard for me to get up the stairs or onto my boy’s bed, but I still try because they need me so much. I take my job – loving them – very seriously.

I've guarded yards; Rin Tin who?

I've guarded babies

I've guarded hearts ... and they've guarded mine.

Mum says Christmas is nearly here; I know this by the jingle of the shiny things on the door and the boxes under the tree that I’m not supposed to sniff.  I know she’ll bring me squeaky toys and a new bed but what she doesn’t know is that I get to feel Christmas every day.  Why?  I have a fur-ever family. I wish all animals could be as lucky as me.

Rappy Rolidays!

Thinking about adopting a fur-ever friend? For tips to consider, visit  the Humane Society by clicking here .

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Happy Franksgiving

Thanksgiving is only 2 days away!

Old Dog, Frankie, would like to share what he’s learned in his 11 years of living in a busy holiday-filled home:

our dog, Frankie

  1. Be nice; greet your guests with gusto. (Everyone gets an enthusiastic sniff hello!)
  2. Take naps and stretch before rising.  (done with flair!)
  3. Don’t pretend to be something you’re not. (When he’s had enough of the company and confusion, he simply disappears.  No feigned interest here).
  4. On relatives: avoid biting when a simple growl will do. Come to think of it, he’s never growled. He stays close to those he loves and, when he’s had enough, see # 3 above.
  5. Take naps and stretch before rising.  (also done with flair!)

 Happy Thanksgiving!  I’m thankful for each and every one of you!

  * * *

May you always be blessed

With walls for the wind.

A roof for the rain.

A warm cup o’ tea by the fire.

Laughter to cheer you.

Those you love near you.

And all that your heart might desire.

~Irish Blessing

image from Pinterest.com


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This is what bliss looks like….

Can you see the smile on Frankie’s face? THIS is what bliss looks like

In all the world, there’s no one happier than old dog when his boy is home.

Home from school!
Home from work!
Home for the day!
Home!
Old dog is always faithfully, gloriously, waggingly happy to see his boy.
His grizzled grey face radiates  joy just being near him.
His eyes twinkle with delight as he stands at the ready …  a nap’s in order and a partner is needed?  Do tell.
Back yard chores to be done you say?
Things to sniff and people to supervise?
   Count him in!
Frankie.
Finisher of sandwich corners.
Catcher of chips.
Stealer of blankets.
Groaning, yawning, arthritic old dog.
His boy is home and he’s… happy.

 .::.

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
— Author Unknown

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