Friday, December 14, 2012
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.
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
Posted by River at 10:46 PM
Thursday, June 21, 2012
My mom loved his smoochy nose.
He was a unique, gentle loving being and we are really going to miss him a lot.
Here is his blog:
His stuffie will carry on for him.
Bye bye Bolo. Say hello to our Bitey and Beau for us.
Posted by River at 12:37 AM
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Posted by River at 9:57 PM
Monday, March 26, 2012
Posted by River at 1:04 AM
Saturday, March 3, 2012
More tornadoes--all around us but not THRU us this time. Alabama took the hits and the SIX DOZEN tornadoes went north to Chattanooga, TN, Indiana, Illinois and then North Carolina. Like we had a protective bubble. It was still very windy. Tornado Time is usually April but we're guessing the insanely warm winter has bumped up the TT frame.
My mom entered my picture into the Cutest Dog contest on Animal planet. Please vote for us! Go to the Animal Planet Decision 2012 page, do a search for 'River' then click on the Five paws on the right.
Here I am:
Meanwhile, my mom is okay. She has finally stopped crying for Bitey so the rest of us can relax now. My vet says she can't find any cancer in me so, for now, I'm good. Mom says I'm eating too good and we may have to cut back a little. I'm willing to trade some kibble for more broccoli. My mom and I love broccoli. Esp. with lots of cheese and butter...
Posted by River at 8:49 PM
Thursday, February 2, 2012
River's mom: I had to let Bitey go today. We had a wonderful time in the sun with me holding him close. This one hurt a lot.
He came into the world with his brother Beau on Labor Day 1999. From the beginning he was an alpha puppy. He would bite a lot. I thought, I could name him Mighty Bitey--then I thought, no, can't name a dog that. But it stuck. He was mostly Bitey but he also Biteboy and Bitebite.
Here he is at 6 months running like crazy. I love those flying beagle ears.
He would jump up on any horizontal surface--a flying leaper. His brother Beau used to walk the railing and give me heart cramps. No other beagle before or since has done these things like these two brothers.
My most vivid memory of Bitey:
One day leaving for work I hesitated at the door and Bitey flew out and down the driveway.
We live at the end of a dead end so I wasn't afraid he would get run over. We live in the country so I was afraid he would get SHOT.
I took off after him in my heels (low heels). The woods around my house are dense and I knew that probably my voice wouldn't carry very far. Nevertheless, I called and called and slogged through the underbrush and mud. After about a half an hour I heard Bitey howling. So I called. He howled. He was afraid. That initial rush of flying freedom was fun at first but now he was scared. He realized he was not in any familiar place. We kept calling until we found each other. I picked him up and carried him home, holding him close. I never wanted to hear that howl of fear again...and it never happened again.
Posted by River at 9:06 PM
Friday, January 20, 2012
My mom apologizes for so much sad news this early in the year but it seems to be happening all at once.
We lost Beau this past Tuesday. On Wednesday. my mom took his brother, Bitey, to be checked because he had a lump under his front leg. It came back positive for lymphoma, too. Two brothers, same cancer at exactly the same time??
Beau and Bitey were born on Labor day 1999. They plopped right out of Baby into my mom's hands. So they both are very, very special to her.
There is a treatment for lymphoma but it only buys a little time. Six months of chemo and you might get 2 more months after that. The problem with lymphoma is that it never really goes away. The next time the cancer comes back it's more resistant. It's very, very expensive, too.
The simplest treatment is prednisone which is what we are doing. We're feeding Bitey the same diet as me now--special stuff with lots of supplements. We had no warning at all with Beau but maybe it will buy us some extra days with Bitey. At least we know ahead of time which is priceless.
It is sunny today so we are outside. 60 degrees. And Bitey feels good, not a lot of energy for roaching but still able to!
Posted by River at 1:36 AM
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
And to include a link to a video starring Beau. He is the first and the last doggie roaching in the grass to the Chicken Dance song. It always makes my mom smile:
He was born in our house on Labor Day 1999. My mom had taken in a pregnant girl who had 5 boys. From that litter my mom kept two--Beau and Mighty Bitey plus the mama she named Baby.
Beau was only 12. We don't understand why this had to happen and it happened so fast. We are sort of stunned right now.
Beau was a quiet boy, always sweet and happy. We are really going to miss you, Beau-Beau.
Run free, sweet doggie boy.
Posted by River at 12:42 PM
Monday, January 2, 2012
2011 was not a good year for us. We lost so many of our old hounds. But we did have a foster failure--new Daisy.
In December, we got a new Daisy.
In October we lost Georgia 1994-2011
Posted by River at 11:52 PM