A New Dog In Our Pack- Gracie

Her name is Gracie and she was adopted from the pound. She is a Boxer -Shepeard  mix she is two years old and one lucky girl to find her new home with friends Elisa and Phil. She is so good and her and Bud play like pups.  I thinks that there is nothing sweeter than watching dogs play.

Gracie's Chose

Three years ago A small anry 15 pound of a mess. I found soon that she was a biter had been for awhile her gums were so bad that she was misig . I knew that she was in pain. I tried to help . I paid for her teeth to be cleaned and the vet was shocked seven more teeth just fell out when he cleaned her teeth.

Ginger Goes To Heaven

I first encountered David and Ginger on the beach.  His dog Ginger was  always in motion never stopped to visit but I could see the love and devotion between them. She was his dog of a lifetime. I meet the couple seven years ago while going to the beach down their street, we stopped to chat the way all dog lovers do and along came walking down the street and man walking with three dogs. One  small  yappy dog and two Blood Hounds a male and female. The dogs always tried to scare Bud by trying to get away from the man to get to Bud. Last time I was in my driveway with Bud and I told the guy to control his dogs and I told him the dogs were not socialized and the dogs should never be left in a tiny back yard all day.
As we were standing in front of their house, the dogs were trying to hurt Bud. Bud can take care of himself but not two at a time. As they came close Ginger charged them and Dave got her back. Ever since the dogs were the best of friends. Ginger always found us sitting on the beach through summer fog and bad weather. She could find us. Bud and Ginger were best friends at play time at our local beach. Ginger jumped high for the Frisbee and Bud ran as fast as he could to catch the ball that Dave threw.
One day  Dave told me that Ginger suffered with Canine Lupus. I did a blog on it. Ginger loved sleeping in the sun. Those days were over. But Dave took great care of her and our dogs got plenty of play time.  Every time I saw Ginger she gave me the soft sweet kiss, She was a Boxer -Pit Mix but Dave said they never told her  about being a pit bull.  Ginger would give Dave "That Look" and he would melt. She trained him well.
The day she died she was with her man and she stumbled a little and fell in to Dave's loving arms, looked at him and died.  When you are given a gift from God like a dog you promise the dog that you will forever take  care of them, Letting go when you don't want to but the dog needs not to suffer. I made a promise to Jetta and Buddy and little Gracie. To be the one to help them go if needed. Somehow Ginger knew that would break David.  She died in his loving arms and looking at him, the look of love.
I never got to say my last goodbye.  It's not good when they go before you are ready for it.  Dave loved her enough to give her what he gave her. She charged around the house and ran so fast at the beach that she ran into big boulders. One time she slipped into a tide pool and Dave saved her. She was built like a tank and was very athletic.  I called  them"The Dave  and Ginger Show".  I miss her terribly!

Ginger The Best Dog

I met Ginger and Dave on our local beach seven years ago. She was a tank in montion
She chrged thriug life with joy and sweetnes like no ofter dog i have the privlive of loving. She found me on the beach while I played with Bud. She  pulled Dave, her favoite person with her becasuse so storng. Ginger trained Dave well it was aobuson to anyone watchuing the "Ginger Dave show." I never got to kiss her my last goobye,Ginger kissed me ever time she saw me and got to see the day or two before she sundeing died on the way back from their frequent walks, she have a little cought and then fell into David's arms she was happy aways and David was there for her one last time.
I will never forget our first time meeting her when she was not in motion. She was protetying Bud agaisnt two blood hounds ever since Bud loved her and I fell in love sweets boxer -Pit Bull kisses .
Dave was her favote persion ever. He threw the frixzzee ever day, twuce a Ginger was a natrual ahlete of a dog. She ran so fast that on sel;eral ocasion she could not stop in time and she ran in the big rock on the beach. On another ocallion she ran into a tide pool and her guy Dave jumped in to save her. Ginger made me laugth much with her jest for life.  I miss her.

Happy Holidays

I wish ever one I know joy in our days. Bud keeps me smiling. After this photo shot of use, Gracie found her forever home. Gracie I would take care of for the rest of her life but Gracie told me that she wanted to live with a good friends' pack with a mom and dad ( She wanted a Man ) I am so gratful becaue  I like to have Bud alone for awhile until the next puppy comes.

Missing Ginger

My favorite boxer- pit bull mix died suddenly I never got to kiss her good bye. I saw her last week before she died and she always gave me her sweet soft kisses. She was my best girl. When I first saw her, she was always in motion jumping for the frisbee or ball. She was built like a tank. She was a Force of Life, with her zest for life and love. Bud and I feel in love with when she went to defend Bud from two Bloodhounds. She was ready to fight them. She was more a lover than I fighter.
When Dave, her person found out that  Ginger had Lupus we had her come over to play inside. Bud loved her because she played rough like a boy dog. Bud fell into her spell. She taught Bud a bad habit like barking i my face like Ginger did to Dave to get her way. We have loved her for so many years and she left with no warning. She died while walking near my house like many times. Dave said she stumbled  and looked at him as he was holding her and then her heart stopped beating. She never suffered one bit. She died in her guys' arms. She is missed.
 Now when Bud barks in my face I say Okay Ginger whatever you want. We go on living thinking thinking of are beloved dogs last days because they don't worry they are too busy having fun. They leave the worrying  to us. Smart dogs they live to enjoy each moment. Good lessons for us. Ginger is a real angel

My Thanksgiving Day

God blessed me with loving friends and great dogs. Bud has been the best dog ever and I see him aging and slowing down but I also am getting older. Bud still loves to go to the beach every day for his playtime. He used to play for hours and hours --now I time him to 15 minutes of hard play then I blow the whistle and he comes up the stairs. I am so happy he is in my life. Gracie found her God Parents I call them and Gracie loves to be with their pack She has bonded with Molly a female and they are best of friends. Gracie gets more beach time with them than I ever give her. We are spending are day with them. Gracie loves Mark and Jackie and I am grateful for time alone with Bud.
Ever day is a gift from God. Hope you have a beautiful day.