About A Dog…or Three

JetYesterday one of my wonderful Monday Mingle commenters had said that she wished I had posted pictures of our family dogs and being that a) I love our dogs so dearly I wouldn’t pass up the chance and b) I didn’t want to disappoint, I thought that today would be the perfect day for a meet and greet.

Jet is an eight year old black Labrador retriever. Jet is my “heart dog” meaning the one dog in my entire life who is so tied to my heart that it is going to feel as though part of me is missing when he passes over the Rainbow Bridge. Buzz and I bought Jet from our local flea market when he was eight weeks old. Although I knew that the flea market was riddled with backyard breeder dogs and puppy mill puppies I just couldn’t pass up my little roly poly black bundle of fur and so we brought him home with us. Having had dogs all my life puppy hood wasn’t too much of a surprise for me; however, Buzz aged about thirty years in those first few months. Jet developed dominance issues with Buzz and Buzz only and the symptoms ranged from peeing on his pillow and clothes to laying on his head when he tried to sleep next to me – Buzz was not impressed. We employed a boot camp trainer to work with us. For a month she took Jet in to her program and while we could visit him and learn of his training we could not bring him home. By the end of the program he was a different dog who sat at doorways, minded his manners and waited before taking treats.

Jet Copyright 2009 Mevolving.com

As time progressed we had our fair share off mishaps with Jet including the day that I thought it a good idea to step in to a rocky stream with Jet on his leash – this stopped being a good idea once I realized how slippery the rocks were and Jet saw something of interest in the woods on the other side of the stream. I have a scar on my lip and the memory of a sickening crack as my head hit the rocks to prove it. Of all the adventures we have had together though some really stand out as moments that stopped my heart, two to be precise. The first being the day that we found out that Jet has hip dysplasia. It wasn’t too much of a surprise and I knew as soon as I saw him walking at 12 months old that his puppy mill breeder had bred a bitch with dysplasia. I called his breeder and she told me she didn’t know what I wanted her to do but if I brought him back she would exchange him for me. I was sick to my stomach and told her that there was no way in hell she would pry my boy from my hands, that the reason I called was to request they stop breeding his mother. She said she would look in to it but we all know how that goes.  The second terrifying moment was when Jet grew a tumor on his leg, it grew and grew and grew and within a week it was the size of a quarter. It was rough and scabby looking and our Vet took skin cells from it and when he came back in to the room and uttered those words “abnormal cells” I felt my heart stop. As it turned out his tumor was a histiocytoma – IE: nothing to worry about, but the two weeks of waiting before the lab yielded those results were heart breakingly long.

Certainly our time with Jet so far has not all been terrifying moments and emergency vet clinic visits. We have had eight long happy years together during which he has seldom left my side. We have vacationed to the beach together and cried with laughter as he kangaroo hopped the waves in the ocean, we have taught him to swim in a pool where he insists on standing on his back legs in the shallow end and just bobbing along, and we have had birthday parties – yes, birthday parties at our local doggy daycare which came with birthday hats, treat bags and birthday cake. I realize how absolutely insane these things seem to a non-dog person but I can never begin to describe to you the amazing joy of being a dog mom. Sure my kid doesn’t bring home paintings from art day at school but he does bring me a toy each and every time I step in to my front door.

Sam Copyright 2010 Mevolving.com

Sam is my mom’s dog, a four year old yellow Labrador retriever. He has been part of our family since he was approximately six months old. He is a product of Sievers Retrievers in Illinois and was purchased for my mom after her chocolate Labrador retriever, Elwood, passed away from cancer. Sam is a crazy dog but he wouldn’t hurt a fly and likes to make a habit of pestering Jet until he will play with him. He has a heart of gold and would do anything just to sit with you. Sam lives in Florida with my mom.


Millie is my dad’s dog, a ten year old mixed breed with great Dane color and a pitbull physique. Millie was rescued from underneath an abandoned house along with her mom and siblings. Millie, short for Millennium, joined our family in 2000 and while she can sometimes be a little cranky and hates having her picture taken, is the mother hen of the group. When the dogs all come together it’s Millie’s job to make sure everyone is where they should be and if they are not she will make sure they know it. Millie lives in Florida with my dad.

So there you have it, our canine family!

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4 Responses to “About A Dog…or Three”

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    I love that puppy picture! I want our next dog to be a yellow lab. Can you tell I have seen way too many Cottonelle commercials, lol?
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  2. 2

    I am almost in tears here as I read how very special these guys (and gal) are to you. I am so glad that you are okay from your fall with Jet…

    You have described their personalities so perfectly, I feel like I know them. I have never, ever had a dog, and I so desperately want one (especially now).

    Big hugs to your babies!
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