9] MY WILDEST POOCH OF ALL
     
1] Intro to Dog Stories

2] Miracle Dog

3] War Dog

4] Ghost Dog

5] Helper Dogs for the Disabled

6] Calendar Dogs

7] More Calendar Dogs

8] 3 Wild Dogs / Free Vet Help

9] My Wildest Pooch of All

10] A Christmas Insight & Halloween Story

11] Author's Dog Books

12] 3 Mysteries

13] 2 Stories With Kids

14] 2 Animal Cupid Stories

15] 3 Stories for a Summer Day

16] 4 Pet-less Dark Stories for a Rainy Night

17] Autographed Dog Cartoon Photos

18] Animal Photos / Pet Adoption Sites

19] Pet R.I.P Comfort

20] COVID PAWS-itive Thoughts

21] Upcoming Book Setting & Story Line

 

LAST BUT NOT LEAST! / WILD DOG #4 - BLACK IVY - Pt. 1

IVY...BLACK as night & as impossible to catch as a moonbeam during a tornado!  After my beloved Brandy died, I took home a puppy from the friend of a friend of mine at work.  Ivy--my new Afgan loved, no, lived to RUN.  A throwback to the old sight hounds from ancient Eqypt, this dog could be in the next county in sixty seconds.  No matter how huge our yard, or how much we exercised her, it wasn't enough.  EVER.  I even held her leash and took her ten-speed biking.  She'd outdistance me, & when I couldn't keep up, tow me right into the bushes, yank free, and fly.  Her waking moments were spent gearing up for the launch pad, blast-off, GO! to flying full afterburner.  She's the only dog our family ever DROVE A CAR alongside to CATCH--& we did it MORE THAN ONCE!  I played pilot.  My poor son was often forced to parachute...& "capture & contain" in strange terrain.

Ivy wasn't disobedient...running was in her nature, with extra zip added to the mix.  She adored family, but racing always "tempted" & won.  As Tom Cruise said in TOPGUN, she had "the need for speed." I knew she couldn't brake any more than a bloodhound couldn't sniff.  Ivy's races were a sight to see--along with the pure joy she felt as her legs folded, muscles bunched, legs coiled, flexed...  I swear her paws never touched the ground.  She laughed and pranced and danced and circled from small bedrooms to open fields...rested a bit...and waited to soar again.  The family took ALL precautions.  I was terrified of the possibility of car-dog accidents.

Ivy refused to accept boundaries.  A true Houdini--no gate, yard, door, kennel, or CAR stopped her--she once jumped out of a non-electric window when I was driving 35 mph!  I'd rolled it up high because I knew her tricks. She rolled it down!  She never got hurt...and never returned when called.  Injury or death seemed inevitable--but it never happened.  Unlike the rest of the family--I couldn't be angry.  Of all my dogs, Ivy alone lived with joy, laughter, and a confident belief in the inherent goodness of mankind.  Pure innocence in any creature is a rare gift. She gave me hope. 

 

IVY'S adventures on crazy family move from California to Florida below. 


BLACK IVY - Pt. 2

I have a son & a daughter.  I wanted to name my daughter IVY, but my husband didn't agree.  We decided on Nicole...but while I was pregnant, my pregnant sis-in-law took a great liking to the name.  I again suggested IVY, but the only name we agreed upon was Noel.

My daughter was born in June, & to this day still cringes when people ask if she was born on Christmas.  My hormonal self didn't think of that... nor did my husband & he wasn't pregnant! 

Nicole became my niece, Noel became my daughter--and the name Ivy was awarded to my newest dog.  It fit perfectly, because, like the leafy namesake, this dog was ALL OVER!  

IVY the Afghan - A sight hound

"The larger the dog, the shorter the life span" is often true, especially in this breed.  They seem to sense it for their big hearts live 100% in the moment...like shooting stars burning full blast in our atmosphere.

William Blake wrote "Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright, In the Forests of the Night."  I lovingly submit... "Ivy, Ivy, Racing Bright, Into Family Shone your Light."


BLACK IVY - Pt. 3

I once used a THICK AIRLINE METAL CABLE long lead to tether Ivy in our fenced back yard, because as soon I'd take an eye off Ivy to get my daughter settled, the phone would start ringing.  "Your dog's jumped the fence again."  A six-foot high fence obstacle never stopped her.  I kept her inside when she'd get the "wandering fever."

I needed to keep her outside during my daughter's nap, because she was so active.  Time for Ivy's new cable leash, its cheerful red plastic covering 20 feet of flexible, pet-approved cable. Not even an hour later, I heard Ivy pawing the back door.

BLACK IVY - Pt. 4

I opened it up, and there she was.  She'd knawed through the pinky-size thickness of the metal.  The hook was still attached to collar, the frayed metal end hanging beneath a head held high.

I gasped at her bloody lips over chipped teeth as she pranced into the house.  Her warm brown eyes sparkled with affection & laughter.   Mine teared.  She was so proud of her cleverness.  I decided then & there we'd all sleep to the beat of canine feet racing on the carpeted halls.

It was wrong to tie my sunbeam down. Terribly wrong. I never did it again.

Ivy escaped once during a torrential monsoon.  A huge gust of wind blew & popped our closed front door inwards.  From within the house, I screamed her name--uselessly, as always.  Suddenly a huge bolt of lightning struck the porch across the street with a BANG that shook our house and knocked me backwards. 

I saw Ivy wheel her body into a 180-degree reverse without a single break in rhythmic step. She didn't bark, whine, or cringe at the simultaneous flash of lighting & boom of thunder right in front of her.  Magically...supernaturally...she heeled perfectly, without one break in stride, not then...not ever.  She's the most gifted athelete I've had the honor to witness.  She laughed at death as she laughed at life.  Half deaf & temporarily blinded, Ivy danced for me with winged paws, & came when I called her.  I'll never forget that one exception.

Now, whenever we hear the distant BOOM of thunder, my husband & I say aloud in unison, "Ivvvvvvvyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy......."

 



BLACK IVY - Pt. 5

Except for the last 3 days of her life, Ivy remained a joyous runner & prime athelete for almost 12 years.  That's a long time for this breed.  When she stopping running, even walking--she told me the end was near.  She passed at the vets' office in my arms under the Florida sun--her eyes still refecting her love for me.

I like to picture Ivy running in Our Lord's Heavenly Garden.  Every breath she took, she happily savored.  With every step of her paws, she gave Him thanks in joyous waves of ecstacy.  I like to imagine my "black sheep" girl in Our Lord's Heavenly Garden--dashing around His rainbows...

Or dragging His irate angels through the bushes.   Knowing Ivy...it's probably both.   Kisses, Ivy, 'til we meet again.

SEE IVY'S PUPPY PICTURE ON THE NOVEMBER "MORE CALENDAR" PAGE

PICTURE OF AUTHOR AND WORKING SERVICE DOG "QUEEN OF SHEBA."

On "More Calendar Dogs" on top of page for Sheba close up. 

 

Below:  Koi pond, dedicated to the many people who love and name their koi.


THE PATRON SAINT of ANIMALS (& Wild Pooches!) - ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI

 

 Prayer for Animals and Their Masters


Hear our humble prayer, O God,
for our friends, the animals,
especially for those who are suffering;
for animals that are overworked,
underfed, and cruelly treated;
for all the wistful creatures in captivity,
that beat their wings against bars;
for any that are hunted or lost or deserted,
or frightened or hungry;
for all that must be put to death.

We entreat for them all
Thy mercy and pity,
and for those who deal with them,
we ask a heart of compassion
and gentle hands and kindly words.
Make us, ourselves,
to be true friends to animals
and so to share
the blessings of the Merciful.


Albert Schweitzer, humanitarian

Winner of the Nobel Peace Prize 

 



TEACH OUR CHILDREN TO LOVE & VALUE ALL LIFE

BELOW:  My oldest granddaughter & one of her favorite species after her beloved dogs--snakes.  She respects these animals, the role they have on our planet & nature, & wants to be a herpetologst.  Judging by the interaction between her and this beautiful reptile, I know she'll be perfect for the job!

Above - My Children with Our Trampoline Jumping Dog

A bond can be formed with any animal.

This is dedicated to my friend and enthusiast

Who considers herself a "Koi Mom."

 

 Aloha Koi

Haiku by Anne Marie Duquette

 

Koi colors gliding

Beneath emerald waters,

Lily pads and life.

 

Checkered white and orange

Shimmering opal scales

Rounded curves of grace.

 

Lovingly tended

Caressed by gentle sunlight

And human fingers.

 

Spawn to growth and death

Too short a lifetime but still

Memories remain.

 

Sparkling metallics

Growing dearer in our heart

Liquid ponds of love...