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Happy Tail: After many sad moments, Month of May ending well
There were heartbreaks in May. Peg Schaeffer's beloved older sister died on Mother's day. There was the loss of a wonderful 'personal' dog, Linus. Some adoptions went awry. Macho, reluctant to be adopted left Sugarfoot with a look Peg could not forget - 'Why are you doing this to me?' - and went missing and is still missing, last spotted in the Melson Ridge area. But in a moment when the floodgate of self pity tears almost opened, the dogs changed her mood changing heartbreak to heartwarming, an un-Happy Tale to a happy one. Click on headline of story, dog for adoption, and photo(s) including the classic one of missing Macho.
The next earlier column: Happy Tales: Fairy tales do come true> Posted May 18, 2014.
By Peg Schaeffer
The month of May hasn't been a good one for me. One of my personal dogs, Linus, a Beagle/Jack Russell Terrier mix, jumped off the bed and landed wrong. He couldn't move his hind legs. I took him to the vet and he was examined and an x-ray was done. A disc at the base of his neck had dislocated.The vet gave me some pain medication for him and pills to promote healing. She said he should be better in 10 days. He didn't improve, he just got worse.
I took him back and she reexamined him. The damage was more serious than we thought and I had to make the heartbreaking decision to euthanize him.
On Mother's Day, sister Joan died
On Mother's Day my sister, Joan, died. She had had Alzheimer's disease for almost 20 years and then was diagnosed with cancer. Although there was a big age difference between us, I loved her very much. I spent a lot of my childhood in her care.
A senior dog, Lady Bug, had a stroke
Then one of my senior dogs, Lady Bug, had a stroke. Lady Bug is always the first one to be fed. She stands in the doorway of my bedroom and bounces up and down until I bring her a dish of food. Then she bounces into her crate and eats her meal. I knew something was wrong when she wasn't in the doorway. I went into the bedroom and she was lying on the floor. I called to her and she barely lifted her head. She couldn't walk. I took her to the vet and she verified that she had a stroke. Lady Bug was put on prednisone.
Two dogs adopted out on Tuesday. Both came back
That weekend I adopted out two dogs and on Tuesday they both came back. Each adopter picked out another dog hoping this time it would work out.
Troublemaker, McKenzie had face in still warm cake
On Wednesday I decided to bake a cake. I took it out of the oven to cool. I left the room for barely a second and came back to find McKenzie, one of my chief trouble makers, with her face buried in the pan chowing down on the still warm cake. I was furious and put the cake away. I went out to feed the horses. While feeding I got a call that one of the dogs, Macho, that had been adopted on Tuesday, escaped and was lost. I felt bad because as Macho was led away he gave me a look like "why are you doing this to me?" It still haunts me.
Flood gates opened
After I fed the horses I got the mail and went into the house. In the mail was a sympathy card from my dear friend, Pam Nelson in Connecticut, with a note saying how sorry she was that I had lost my sister and my dog. That's when the flood doors opened. Everything kept building up and it all hit me at once. I made myself a drink and went outside to sit on the front porch.
Then the dogs changed the mood with their antics
As I sat in the rocking chair Thumbelina and Dalton jumped into my lap.
Darryl lay down under the chair and some of the other dogs surrounded me. Other dogs lay down on the grass in front of the porch and several of them began playing on the lawn.
McKenzie and her sister, KayLee, were splashing in the pool. Reba, a Redbone Coonhound mix, was playing tug of war with Bart, a stray Beagle a Good Samaritan had found on the side of the road.
Rambo, a black Lab/Pit Bull mix, was sitting on the play set watching the activities. T.J., a Poodle/Pug mix was talking to the dogs telling them to settle down.
Our puppy, A.J., was bouncing amongst them happy to have so many friends to play with.
Ben, a four month old Beagle, was teasing Diablo, our senior Chihuahua. He kept bugling at Diablo and circling him. Diablo would tolerate him for just so long and then lunge at him. Ben would jump back, just missing being bitten, and the game would start again.
The weight began to lift
The weight started lifting. Here were these stray and abandoned dogs, whose future had been uncertain, having a ball frolicking with their new friends. They didn't have a care in the world. I was missing Linus but he would never be able to play like this again. It was for the best that he was put to sleep. I know he'll be waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. My sister, Joan, had lived the last twenty years of her life in a shell not knowing her family. She was at peace now, in heaven with her husband, Art, who had predeceased her.
Macho still missing
I made plans to find Macho. Macho would be found. (He has been sighted. I went to the home he'd escaped from and saw him in the distance. He's frightened and he ran away. But there's hope.) (PHOTO)
Lady Bug's expression: What does dog have to do to get fed around here?
I went into the house and there was Lady Bug, standing in the doorway with a look on her face that said "what does a dog have to do to get fed around here?" I made her a bowl of food and she ate the whole thing. Things were looking up.
Watching Dog Tv always brings good feelings
I took the cake out and cut out the part that McKenzie had eaten and frosted it. I cut myself a big slice and poured a glass of milk. The dogs had lifted my spirit like nothing else could. I wish I could bottle the feeling I get watching "Dog TV". It always makes me feel better. I could make a fortune selling it - but I know it would be very addictive.
I hope you can use this picture. It was taken on the night I was watching Dog TV. If not let me know and I'll find another one for you. - Peg Schaeffer
This story was posted on 2014-05-25 04:55:15
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