Life is Short, Live in Dog Years

Life is Short, Live in Dog Years

I will be back soon. We just lost two of our precious dogs (Cinder on Feb. 2 and our darling Dolly on March 29). This story is wonderful, touching, and beautiful. Please enjoy. I did – through my tears.

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Life is Short, Live in Dog Years

Story and Photos Contributed by Ruffwear Ambassador Mallory Paige, in loving memory of her adventure pal, Baylor the Dog.

I used to say a dog’s short life was the hardest part about making them your best friend, but now I know it’s actually the biggest gift. My dog, Baylor, taught me that.

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For 12 years, Baylor and I did everything together. As a tiny puppy he followed me from room to room, unable to relax unless we were snuggled up together. He went on his first road trip at just 11-weeks-old and was irreversibly convinced he was the size of a chihuahua.

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He wasn’t perfect, and that’s what I liked about him. Years of never getting into anything were intermixed with moments of gobbling down an entire carrot cake, shredding a wicker wastebasket and methodically eating an entire rock garden.

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He was an…

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2015 in review

My New Year’s Resolution is to blog more! I’d love to hear from you what posts you would like to see more of; and, conversely, which left you a little “meh.” HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 3,800 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 3 trips to carry that many people.

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August 7, 2014

A new post coming from me very soon. In the meantime, please enjoy this wonderful account from my dear friends at “Old Friends.”

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Whee! Northern Stone. Whee! Northern Stone.

We get a lot of interesting visitors at Old Friends, and this past Saturday the Central Kentucky Camera Club came out with their cameras, lenses, and tripods. For once, I felt right at home leading a tour with my own camera around my neck. It was supposed to be a normal tour around the farm with maybe a few extra cameras snapping for the horses.

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Sarava immediately gave everyone a chance to practice getting action shots as he walked, then trotted, then galloped across his paddock for carrots! He graciously posed for the clicking shutters of everyone’s cameras. Rail Trip was next and he came over at a full run. He paced the fence as the cameras chattered away and struck several noble poses. I wonder if he thought he was back at the track with all the cameras going off.

Rail Trip strikes a pose. Rail Trip strikes a pose.

Wandering…

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A Day for Dads

This post was first published in 2012. Thankfully, we still have my dear Father-in-law with us. He will be 90 the end of this month. Really feel blessed that we could spend this Fathers’ Day with him.

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Fathers’ Day.  A day to honor all dads. I’ve been blessed to have three wonderful dads in my life.

My own father, Allen William Huber, Jr., was born in New Jersey. His childhood wasn’t the stuff of storybooks – unless it was written by Charles Dickens. During the Depression, his father left for a quart of milk and a newspaper and decided to never return. This left my grandmother with three small children and no means of support. All three children had to grow up very quickly. My daddy…

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A Day for Dads

If you’re reading this in email or on Facebook, click on the title! It will take you directly to the blog (an easier viewing page.) If you’re already in my blog, WELCOME! (One more hint: If you click on any of the photos in the blog, they should open up in a browser window so you can get a better look!)

Fathers’ Day.  A day to honor all dads. I’ve been blessed to have three wonderful dads in my life.

My own father, Allen William Huber, Jr., was born in New Jersey. His childhood wasn’t the stuff of storybooks – unless it was written by Charles Dickens. During the Depression, his father left for a quart of milk and a newspaper and decided to never return. This left my grandmother with three small children and no means of support. All three children had to grow up very quickly. My daddy never dwelt on this during our lives. He kept a keen sense of humor – he may have been the world’s best audience. He rarely told jokes, but loved to laugh at other’s. He would throw his head back, crinkle up his eyes, and just laugh with no reservation. I even saw him laugh so hard sometimes that he had tears in his eyes. I’m glad to say that I inherited his laugh and his love of humor. I really don’t think that anyone who ever met my daddy could have walked away without liking him. He was just that kind of man – soft-spoken, intelligent, and genuinely nice.

Daddy had a permanent disability – a ringing in his ears – caused by a training exercise at Ft. Knox, Kentucky (where I was born, by the way). He didn’t talk about this often, but he did explain to me, when I was quite young, so that I would understand why sometimes he couldn’t hear me. They were getting ready to shoot off some of the large guns when Daddy noticed two young soldiers in an area where the concussion from the guns could kill them. He ran down the hill and jumped on them – knocking them down – just as the guns went off. They were all three safe, but the concussion did give Daddy that ringing in his ears.

I plan to write more about my dad in coming posts so that his grandchildren can learn more about him. Sadly, he passed away before any of them were born. I have two nieces and two nephews who should learn as much about their granddad as they can. I grew up without either of my grandfathers, so I know how badly I missed knowing and hearing about them.

Jim’s Dad, Gus Pappas, is a wonder. He’s 87 years old (turning 88 this month) and a World War II veteran. That he lived to come home, get married, and have three children is truly miraculous considering his service in the war. He doesn’t talk about most of it – too painful still, I reckon – but I do know pieces.

Dad went ashore in Normandy on Utah Beach. He went through some of the worst battles in France (St. Lo, St. Mere Eglise), Belgium (including the Battleof the Bulge), and Germany (Hurtgen Forest and the Rhine). He was with the 298th Engineer Combat Battalion. He helped build the floating bridges that crossed the river. He’s told us about fighting the cold in Belgium in December and about the dangers of “trench foot.” I also know that he was scheduled to leave Marseilles after VE day to head for the Pacific, but got held up just long enough for the war in the Pacific to end. Luckily, they were already on a transport, so instead of heading for the Pacific, they headed home – where years later he met and married my mother-in-law and the love of his life, Jean.

The third Dad I want to honor today is my dear husband and best friend, Jim! No we don’t have human children, but our furkids have a terrific dad. Jim is a great big guy with a heart of gold. He has been “Dad” to seven cats (quite a number, especially considering he was allergic to them), several horses, and seven GSD rescued dogs. If you haven’t read about our dogs, there are earlier blog posts about them all. As I mentioned, all of our dogs have come from other homes/rescues. Most all of them have had some kind of issue. Sydney and Bear are our two current kids. Sydney is terrified of loud noises (firecrackers, etc.)  She also really hates going to the vet. (Okay, I don’t know too many – except our late boys, Blizzard and Chief – who like to go to the vet.)  Bear is still so young (won’t be two until August) that his only fear is the vet and that’s improving.

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So, with Fathers’ Day on the horizon, I’ve been blessed with three wonderful “dads!” I’d love to hear about the dads in your life. Won’t you share with the rest of us?

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