Ginger & Bailey
♥You know how people talk all the time about the difference between men and women? Well I witnessed this truth with such clarity once that I just HAD to write about it! About twelve years ago our then new Golden Retriever puppies were just learning how to jump in the pool, fetch the floating pool toy and “retrieve” it to the side of the pool where we were eagerly waiting with a treat and a “good boy” or “good girl” congratulatory comment. I should also tell you that these puppies were litter mates… This is what happens when you go puppy shopping too soon after losing a special family pet!
Ginger was very bright and graceful….and a girl.
Bailey was not the sharpest crayon in the box, somewhat of a clod….and a boy.
We loved then both very much of course but they were as different as day and night! One afternoon as we watched them jump in to retrieve the toy in the pool… you could almost see the light bulb come on in Ginger’s head. As her brother jumped (like a little boy would “cannonball”) into the pool from the side, she carefully watched the trajectory of the toy, anticipating the possible final resting place of the object then quickly calculated the quickest most direct place to run around to, jumped in there, grabbed the toy in her mouth and made it half way back to the side before Bailey made it over to her! They would then join up together and share the duty of bring that toy home. Ginger knew all the while that it was her prize but was happy to share the spotlight with her brother. If that doesn’t ring some bells for the girls out there….then I’m not sure will.
Maybe I am over thinking this scenario too much (over thinking by definition I suppose) but it occurred to me that we humans are much like those litter mates. Often the guy will just barrel through life. Jumping in and out of the water (relationships, marriages, friendships, jobs, etc) without thinking about the possible outcome…. all the while flailing around until some female comes to his rescue then lets him take the credit for the work! Women (it would seem to me) are much more thoughtful before they jump…. looking at “where is this going” scenarios and then plotting the best course of action… or deciding not to jump at all. We women are also FAR too quick to give up the credit for success….but that is just how we are made I suppose!
I know that there are exceptions to this “rule” but by-in-large, in my life, this has been the case. I guess it just took two adorable Golden Retriever puppies to help me see it! Ginger has crossed the Rainbow Bridge and Bailey is in failing health and is not far behind his sweet sister. We love you Ginger and Bailey… thank you for all the years of devotion to our family. You are and will be missed but your memories live on in our hearts….
Deutsch: Golden Retriever Welpe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Have you ever met a dog with nine lives? Let me tell you about Marzi… My daughter’s Cocker Spaniel. She liked to live on the edge. We often referred to her as a cat….partly because she loved to lay on the back to the sofa like a cat, and partly because she had NINE LIVES! Let me tell you…there was nothing that she would not eat…or ATTEMPT to eat! Shortly after Alissa got her (when she was a sophomore in college in San Diego) she discovered that it was not prudent to leave ANYTHING “edible” out and reachable by Marzi. She was named after marzipan because of Alissa’s fondness for her time in German as an exchange student. So when Marzi (pronounced “Martzie”) was just a puppy she began this “what can I eat next?” quest. It started with a pound of tainted meat that my daughter had thrown in the trash… she ate that. After a visit to the emergency vet and a bill for $115 she quickly discovered that 2 TBS of hydrogen peroxide and about 10 minutes of lapse time created the same results as the vet visit! Next there was a dozen Krispy Kreme Doughnuts (minus the 2 that the humans in the house had eaten before Marz got to them)! Enter peroxide trick. Then there was numerous pairs of undies, pajama bottoms, sweat pants, $1,000 worth of MAC makeup….shall I go on? Eat something…..peroxide! Eat something else….peroxide! Like I said this dog had AT LEAST 9 LIVES! You know that show on Animal Planet “My Dog Ate What?”….she could have been the inspiration for it.
My personal favorite story about “Marzi ate what????” was the time that I ask my daughter where her Tiffany earrings were, and she said “they were on my nightstand like 5 minutes ago!” I said “I’ll get the peroxide!” Ten minutes later….Volia… your earrings. Granted they had to be boiled before they could be worn again but even so…they were safe, no vet hospital visit required and the Cocker Spaniel with the cast-iron stomach was none the worse for wear!
One day we noticed that the bag of rubber bands (or what was left of it) was empty…well by now you know what happened next! If she had been allowed to digest that, well let’s just say she used up one of her lives that day!
And what a DRAMA QUEEN! We took her to the vet and had her spade when she was not yet a year old. If I could have made a video of that dog with the collar (upside down cone) howling like she was in some kind of excruciating pain when we just LOOKED at her! YouTube sensation she would have been! She milked that for all it was worth. But that was Marz! She was like no other dog we have ever had.
Then there were the nicknames! We called her “Noodle” because much like a 2 year old that doesn’t want to be picked up by it’s mother, Marzi would noodlize every time we tried to retreive her from something that she was not suppose to be doing….practically a daily event! We also called her “Nu” short for nucience- that one is probably self-explainatory. Some others we “Marz Mane”, “Supermodel” (because she regularly threw up first thing in the morning), “Miss Priss”, “Chapoodle”, “Marzarella”……As you can see she had as many names as she had lives!
I am sad to report that her 9th life has just been used up. We lost her two days ago to Congestive Heart Failure. For those of you who have agonized over the decision of when to put a pet down…as to not have them suffer too long, you know what my daughter went through this week. This dog was afterall her first child by all standards. Constant companion for ten and one half years. She made us laugh. She made us cry. She made us better humans!
Today I dedicate my blog to my sweet Granddog Marzi. Even though we have known 3 months that Marzi was not going to survive this last cheat with death….it was very hard to say goodbye to her Tuesday. She was the subject of so much laughter in our home. I really believe that our pets serve many purposes but that has to be at the top if the list.
She went to sleep and crossed the Rainbow Bridge about… 5:15 pm Tuesday night and there she met her brother Ashley (my beloved Cocker Spaniel who passed away in April 2008). I know that she is pain-free now and running like she could not here. It is the only thing that gets us through the pain of losing what we can only describe as a family member. There by her side as she drew her last breath was those that loved her the most- Alissa, Marcus, myself and the Golden Retriever Romo. Words escape me now as I relive that moment when she was no longer with us. We loved her and she loved us….. She will be GREATLY missed!
Rest In Peace Sweet Marzi, Nu, Noodle…..