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RIP Rosie 2006? – 2019. While we were looking at shelters to adopt a dog, we happened to find Rosie on Craigslist. We don’t know her history but it was clear that she had not been well cared for. She was a little over a year old, with fleas, heartworm, and anxiety. She was extremely dog- and stranger-reactive. Nobody would have recommended we take her at the time with kids ages 12, 10, and 7 who had never had dogs. But we did, and it was the best decision we ever made as a family. For Rosie, we dove headfirst into the learning curve. Through all the obedience training, the tense encounters with neighbor pets, the escape arts of her youth, Rosie taught us more about patience, consistency, and perseverance than any dog ever could. And in return, she was our anchor and constant companion. She was a furry shoulder to cry on through the rocky adolescence of all three kids. She was everyone’s running, walking, and hiking buddy 365 days a year. In her golden years she was Dad’s faithful companion when he transitioned to 100% telework. She loved being outside with us–she didn’t care whether we were gardening in the summer or shoveling snow in the winter. A close second was lounging with us in the TV room, preferably after a long run in the park. While it took some time for people to gain her trust, once she liked you she LOVED you, and you loved her back with all your heart. There will never be another dog like Rosie, but we are happy knowing that wherever she is, she is exploring in endless fields and woods, chasing deer to her heart’s content, running as fast and as free as she did 10 years ago.
Phoenix, 2005-2019. They say you get the dog you need, and that certainly was true of Phoenix. Shortly after we adopted her, she became dog reactive, and that started my journey towards learning a whole lot more about dogs. Phoenix and I worked with several trainers, as well as a TTouch practitioner. I took classes in dog training and became certified in TTouch just so I could continue working with her. Over the 12 years I had her, she went from reacting to any dog she could see, smell or hear, to being able to go nose-to-nose through the fence with the neighbor dog. In hindsight, I realize she was better behaved than any dog I tried to introduce her to. She was cute, sweet, a bit aloof, opinionated, and very different from any other dog I’ve had. The hole she left is felt very differently, too. Because she never greeted me in the morning, and rarely at the door, I don’t miss her that way. I do miss our walks together; our TTouch sessions together; her soft presence in the library while she snoozed on her favorite chair; her constant watchfulness as we drove back and forth between homes in Bowie, MD and Levels, WV; her “curly-cute” tail that jauntily bounced up and down as she trotted, and that she learned to wag gently after only 2 years of work; and her skepticism of nearly everything I set before her to eat (except KFC). I hope to be able to help other dogs with all that I have learned from her.
Princess Tigerlily (Lily)
Passing on 11/3/18, Lily was a supreme cuddler. Also known as Meatloaf, Lilybug, Snugglebug, and Pest, she loved her family and was loved by them, most especially by her mom Amanda. She loved to wrestle with her sisters Cricket (cat) and Lexi (dog), if only to enjoy the nap afterward even more. Her chosen bed was between the heads of her humans, and her loud, contented purring would put even the most troubled insomniac right to sleep. Amanda need only walk into her bedroom and Lily would jump onto the bed and begin urgently reminding her that it was time to snuggle and take a nap, regardless of time of day. Lily’s short time on this earth was filled with so much love and affection, and she will be dearly missed.
RIP Winston, 1996 – 2012. Peacemaker, confidante, a true gentleman among dogs. The best foster dog ever, with impeccable conduct (except for the occasional wanderlust of his youth). Like a wise older brother, he helped countless other foster canines (and a few felines) flourish in the Terry home. There wasn’t a food he didn’t like, no being he couldn’t befriend, no game he would not gleefully join. He responded to aggression with confidence, to offenses with aplomb, and to weakness with patience. He was a devoted and generous friend, continually rescuing we who sought to rescue him. Regal to the end, his noble presence will always fill our home and hearts. (Photo by Pam Townsend)
RIP Max, 1995 – 2012. If one can have a canine soulmate, this lovely greyhound girl was mine. I have loved many dogs, but she was the dog of my heart. 17 years of pure devotion. I adored her. I will miss her exotic coat and her napkin-folded ears, her soulful brown eyes and those gentle licks. The ticka-tick-tick of her claws as she trotted happily to greet me. The way she always leaned in, just needing to be a little closer. These last few years, I’ve especially missed watching her run — she almost flew. So it helps me now to know she’s running again, lithe and graceful and finally free. (Photo by Pam Townsend)