Friday, April 4, 2014
Here we are barking at something. I am generally the one on the left of the pack. Mom caught me pooping at the very end sigh. There is also Mousse, Buster, Daisy, Davoo, Billy, Mickey and Scooby. Turn up your speakers if you want a true life experience heheheh.
Posted by River at 10:31 PM
Saturday, September 14, 2013
I'm still here! I'm still alive!! And still no cancer...my mom is knocking on wood so I don't jinx myself. Here is a video of me today enjoying the great end of summer sunshine with my buddies Buster and Mousse. Buster is a new boy we are fostering.
Posted by River at 8:58 PM
Friday, December 14, 2012
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012
My mom sent this into the Dogshaming site. I don't think I'm so bad. I love my mom and want her with me always. I don't want her hiding behind the shower curtain.
Mom: who wouldn't love a boy like that?
Posted by River at 3:11 AM
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
We lost Bitey and Beau this year at age 12. Taz was adopted out so we don't know how he is. Baby really did have her babies on Labor Day 1999.
I will see you all again one day, my sweet boys.
Posted by River at 1:43 AM
Sunday, August 5, 2012
It's taken my mom a couple weeks to get the pictures in a row, videos cut down, music added, phew. We did nothing but watch this thing hundreds of times to get the timing right. Not that I mind lying on chair arm while she groans and complains about the software. Anyway...
Here is the video:
NOTE: all pictures and videos were taken with a crummy 2 year old Droid phone (but they don't look too bad except the crappy videos). Except the animal closeups==those were with a 1985 Nikon something ancient film camera. At no time was my mom was in danger from the whales or the baby grizzlies. She never got off the boat...if she could help it.
Posted by River at 1:57 AM
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Two weeks ago my mom was freaking out. Humphrey was going downhill with kidney failure but was not bad enough to help him to the Bridge, although we knew it would be soon. Last year her mom had decided to go to Alaska on a cruise this July to see whales as part of her bucket list. She wanted my mom to come along.
It was getting to be within days of that trip. My mom was due to leave on Friday the 13th.
Humphrey was eating well the Sunday before, ate some on Monday, then stopped eating on Tues. He would not eat Wednesday either and hardly moved from his big pillow (my mom squirted water in his mouth with a syringe, as much as she could). We took him to the vet one final time on Wednesday.
That sweet old squeaky boy made it easier for us to let him go before the trip. We did not want him to die while she was gone because she always plans to be with us at the end. But we did not want to send him along too soon just to be 'convenient'.
However, someone on the cancer dog list said "better a day too soon than a minute too late." So well said.
We thank you, Humphrey, very humbly, for your kind gift.
Posted by River at 10:04 PM
Thursday, July 12, 2012
My mom took him in. Got some donation money so they could operate and remove the tumors. He was with us 20 months so he got a good dose of beagle fun and love.
He was a good hound, never growled, never fought, followed my mom everywhere. He had his special places in the house, one particular laundry basket was his alone. His nickname was "Squeaky Boy" because he had a really high pitched squeak of a bark.
In the beginning, he loved to roach. Here is the video with Humphrey and Beau roaching to the Chicken Dance music. Humphrey is the second roacher.
Roaching Humphrey and Beau
Sweet boy, we had you only for a little while at the end of your life but it was wonderful having you here. We will really miss our Squeaky Boy. Run free and happy without pain until we meet again.
Posted by River at 8:53 PM
Monday, June 25, 2012
Here is our beautiful boy. Look at those eyes. He was only 3 years old. We don't know what happened. The vet has no idea what happened--we have run through everything we can think of. Maybe spending a lot of money on a million tests might give us an answer but it would be too late to save him.
Posted by River at 8:41 PM
Friday, June 22, 2012
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