So this blog is dedicated to my first baby- my dog. Trixie Lee is a former high maintenance dog that has now become a bit of a old lady of late.
The other day I found a few pictures of her when she was a puppy, just about 3-4 months old. She looked so little and adorable. Back then, she was my shadow. She went everywhere I did. We hung out on the couch and played together all the time, when I wasn't in class or work. I lived in Greenville at the time and we came back to Granny's often, every week almost. She started by riding in the backseat, then would eventually end up in the front passenger seat. She would begin to whine as we got close to Granny's house. Eventually before we moved back to Raleigh, she would whine from the time we got off 264 at Zebulon all the way into Raleigh, and to Granny's house.
She has had her unforgettable moments too. First there was the time she got a 24 oz bag of doggie treats and got into them and ate every last one, and was sick all over the house. Poor baby looked miserable, and slightly confused as to why this was happening to her. Needless to say, she has never gorged her self like that again.
Second, there was the many many things she ate, my new nursing shoes that I had just paid $90 for when I got my first job,( I learned to not buy such expensive work shoes and to put my shoes in the closet), the left side of my love seat she ate to the wood frame, the odd steak, chicken, other food off my plate when I was eating at the coffee table, and got up to refill my drink in the kitchen. The best thing was when she got my pocket book down out of the chair, opened it, pulled out my glasses, and wallet. She ate my glasses, opened my wallet and ate half of all my credit cards. I had quite a time trying to explain that I couldn't give my account number because I could only read half of it off the card. I'm not even going to mention how many bags of fur I have brushed out of her coat!
She was such a picture of pitiful when she had her spay surgery. The vet wanted to keep her overnight, but she would not let any of them near her. I brought her home and she slept on the bathroom floor and I nursed her through the pain, giving her meds and lots of cuddles and kisses.
I used to watch Emergency Vets on the animal planet channel. I would always end up calling her up onto the couch and hug her. This happened with such regularity, that she eventually would jump up on the couch with me when she heard the theme music!
She was my protector too. She was an awesome watch dog. She would perk at any odd sounds. She would let me know if anything was amiss. She was especially watchful when Speck first came around. She watched him intently and would follow him anywhere he went in my home. As Speck and I spent more time together, Trixie began to mellow. She was not so high strung, she even took to Speck's dad, who is not fond of dogs. Trixie would Flop on any of us, even if she did go from sleeping in my bed to her own bed in the living room. Now she lets the kids flop on her sometimes.
When G-man came along, we were worried, because Trixie had always been leery of new people, especially men, and we were bring home a little man that would take lots of my attention. I came home and spent a few minutes with her, then introduced him to her. I let her sniff him and loved on her as I held him. She was great. She used to look in the bassinet if he whimpered. When A-bear came along, all she did was look at me as if to say, "really, another one!" and licked her forehead.
When I was pregnant with A-bear, Trixie had her own medical emergency. When we moved to our house, we started letting her out by herself. She would wander across the street, following some of the other dogs. One day she was hit by a van. No one was home, and our neighbor called Speck at work. He called me and I flew home and found where she was, State Vet School Hospital. Speck and I went in to see her, she was so scared and in shock. She had air on both lungs and bleeding around her kidneys and liver, and fractured the small bone in her back leg. It took her a while to recover, she spent 3 days in the ICU there. They again let her come home early because she would not eat there, not even for me. She made a full recovery, which is a little miraculous since she was 12 at the time.
Now she has just turned 15, and since she was hit she has aged quiet a bit, she doesn't move as fast. Some days she gets a wild hair and runs laps around the house, but mostly she can be found lying in the sun or in the hallway sleeping. Some mornings she sleeps in till we are all up, and some nights I can get up in the middle of the night and she is lying in the hallway between all the bedroom doors, still protecting us. Sure she can't hear you unless you are 5 feet away from her, her cataracts are getting bigger, and she runs into things sometimes, and falls up the stairs, but she is still there, protecting, loving us, and being the quiet presence in our lives.
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