Today I came home to hear that Jake has completely torn open the garbage and he'd strewn it all over the floor. He also ate the can of corn beef hash we had in there. We're all pretty sure it was because we (as in my sister and me) were gone. That dog just loves trouble, and I know that one day I'll miss it, but man, I hope he dosen't get into so much trouble!
When Linda read me her posts on Bud and Misty, a lot of old memories returned and I thought I’d share some of them with you. I remember trying to take Buddy with me when I was driving my eighteen wheeler, but he couldn’t stay still. I was in an old cab-over then, and he would be bouncing from the passenger seat to the doghouse (cover over the engine between the seats) onto the dash, back to the sleeper, back to the dash, under my feet… so it didn’t work out well, and I couldn’t keep taking him.
He was a very smart dog. I remember one time he was running across the front yard and cut his foot quite badly, and the first thing he did was run over to us to have us fix it for him. It bled a LOT for a long time, but he was very good and let us wrap it and hold it quite tightly while driving him to the vet (since we couldn’t get it to stop bleeding and it was in a place we couldn’t stitch.
Concerning the picture of Bud in front of the fan (this one is slightly different), I once emailed it to Dan, a local DJ on KAXL, our local Christian Radio station. I put the title of “Chilling in McKittrick, and listening to Dan on the radio.” We got a reply back that Dan hadn’t known that he had a “fan” club in McKittrick, so we appointed Bud as the president of his fan club and he (Bud) would email Dan occasionally which he always got a kick out of.
As for my Misty, she and I got to travel quite a bit of the country together. She would either lay quietly in the sleeper, or sit or lay quietly on my left leg. I no longer drive the big rigs, but that spot on my leg is where BG rides now. We (Misty and I) probably put in over 100,000 miles that way.
Once, on my day off, before OC was born, we went up to the mountains where my son was working on a Ranch and spent the day with him. We drove around, checking the cattle. We had to use quads to check one large pasture. Misty rode on the gas tank for a while and then she jumped off and ran along beside me for quite a while. She was a really fast girl and really seemed to love that day!
I wish I could explain how, later on, after OC was old enough to go, that the four of us (Mist, Me, Linda and OC) would fit into that small sleeper in my Big Rig at night, but we did it! I know that Mist really loved to go on road trips. I want to thank you for allowing me to share some of these good memories with you as I don’t blog or do much with the computer. CMB
We got our precious Mist (AKC Irish Misty Fire) in February of 1996. She was 8 weeks old, and we bought her from a local breeder. She was a beautiful little black tri.
Since Bud had decided to choose one of my sons as his person, when we got Mist, we made sure that she bonded with my husband before I would let any of the kids play with her (and boy, was THAT a difficult task... she was SO CUTE!!!).
When she was about 3 months old, he took her to work with him and a guy at his office chased her, stomping and yelling, teasing my hubby, and it scared the tar out of poor little Mist. As those of you with Corgis know, they have VERY LONG memories, and she was very leery of strangers for the rest of her life.
Mist was such a quiet, sweet little soul. She loved her Dad with all of her heart and soul and loved the rest of us as well. She was very smart (I guess that is a given since she was a corgi) and she was super fast. She used to be able to sneak close and then sprint and catch birds before they could fly away.
She only came into heat every 13 months, and after her second heat, we tried to breed her because I had several people that wanted pups, but she was 4 years old before she finally had puppies.
She had three pups, and the first was very large and born breach. We think that she was injured or something during that birth, though she had the other two much smaller ones, very easily. The first pup didn’t make it, but OC and her brother, Rascal, were strong and healthy. She never “took” again, so I am so glad that I decided to keep OC (the pup on the left).
Bud, Mist and OC took to herding naturally, and learned very quickly to put our goats into whatever pen or yard we wanted them in. It was a joy to watch them in action. My hubby was a truck driver for 33 years, and Mist loved it when she got to go with him in his big truck with the sleeper.
We found out that she had cancer just before she turned 10 years old, and she passed away in my arms the day after her 10th birthday. We all miss her very much, and OC was very depressed for several weeks after her Mama passed. I wrote this poem the day after she left us…
It really does. Have you ever noticed that? They do things to get in trouble very often, and they seem to try to tell you that they've been naughty. I just don't understand how A dog would enjoy there masters being angry if they're mans best friend. If a Corgi jumps on the couch, they are plenty happy for you to notice. Corgis lead you to chewed up items, and sneak food when you're around. They grab socks in front of you, and want you to know if they had an accident. Well, at least thats the way with my PWC puppy.