Petunia-The Runaway Pit

Waiting For The Dog

A few days ago the story of Petunia hit the airwaves; did you hear it?  This is a true tale of an American Pit Bull lost for eight years who recently got herself found in rural Yuba County, California.  The remarkable invention of the Microchip Implant assisted in her recovery, even if it did take all that time.  Petunia ran from her home in Spotsylvania County, Virginia, and last week managed a return there.  In case you’re wondering, this County sits somewhat North in Virginia and encompasses a portion of Fredericksburg.  I take it, when Petunia began heading west she continued to follow that straight line.  Dogs are unbelievable aren’t they when it comes to this type thing?  I’m recalling the Husky, who traveled twelve miles, round trip, to the local PetSmart to steal a rawhide bone.  We never, ever give them enough credit for their hidden intelligence.  My husband tells a story of his beloved Sargent.  As a child they moved from Rockaway, New Jersey to Hibernia, New Jersey; five miles away.  Sargent, very familiar with Rockaway, considered that and no other place, home.  One afternoon a neighbor from the old block called to advise, the dog lay in front of the old house, whining and crying.  Why?  He considered it home.

I can also recall a story of the canine with the earache.  He knew that each time this happened his owners took him to a certain building.  I don’t really think he understood the Veterinarian occupied that particular address.  But, when the workers came in that  morning, they found him waiting on the front porch.  Because, he understood, every time he went through that door the pain went away.  And finally, my all time favorite story.  My mother’s baby sister always lived within blocks of us.  In Brooklyn she lived three blocks away.  When we moved to Queens she picked up her family, and wound up four streets away.  Whenever my cousin or her brother got upset with their mother over anything they would run to my house.  My mom would find out the problem, have a talk with them and send them back home.  Some time during those years, my aunt decided to get a dog for the children.  Then, one morning, my mother headed out for work, and who did she find sitting on the porch?  Princess – my aunt’s dog.  My mother talked out loud to herself. “For crying out loud, the kids are forever running here, now I have to deal with you too?”

Our dogs do the dumbest things, and then, they show this intelligence.  It makes one wonder – are they thinking?  Of course, some breeds show a higher intellect than others, but it still leaves a person to ponder the thought.  This is why I say, they are as unintelligent as they are clever.  Now, what has been nagging at me is this: Eight years.  Did Petunia – every time she came upon someone who could rescue her – just take off?  Never allowing anyone the chance to get close enough to help?  Did she get herself adopted by some store proprietor/restaurant worker who provided meals each day, but that person never thought to take her to a Vet for scanning? Did she head directly to the west coast, sort of running through the colder, middle states?  Did someone pick her up and drive her there?  Then, when she did get herself rescued/found, did she decide – I’ve been out here long enough, it’s time to go home.  So the very next person who came along, she allowed them to catch up to her.  And, after all the inquiries, I’m still scratching my head – you want to know why? Petunia is the only one who knows, but is completely unable to answer any of these questions.

In any event, I’m so happy she got back to where she’s loved; to people who have hoped, for the longest time for her return.  As I watched the reunion, Petunia wagged her tail as she enjoyed being fondled.  Now, I know dogs run on scent, but eight years; do you really think she remembered or is it that her personality is a friendly one?  If that’s the case, however, I would still like to believe they had something to do with that because dogs, I think, pick up on their owner’s personality.  Lastly, since Petunia has aged a bit, I think I can liken her to a seasoned, and well-traveled adventurer – one who has earned the right to live out her golden years in front of a roaring fire or in the summer an air-conditioned sun room. Welcome home, pup.

Also, as I always do, I would ask that you scroll up to my FB Fan Page where I’d appreciate you clicking “like.” Thanks in advance.
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Our Household Pets

My husband took a break from engineering in his later years to open a pet sitting service, and assist people with their animals.  He always had one growing up, while I had my first as an older teenager; a thoroughly silver/black, Silverwolf German Shepherd named, Sunday, who already had some years on her.  This meant that after four with us, we were in the market for a new dog.  It happened to be a brown and black sooner that I named Belvidere.  Through our marriage we have had two cats, three dogs and a parakeet that lived eighteen years; we haven’t been married all those years combined, some of the darlings overlapped.

We bring these creatures into our lives and they then, become a literal member of the family.  So you’d think that with all of this we’d have a little one at this point in our lives, but we don’t.  I am, however, keeping an eagle eye out for my next much-loved fur ball.  And, be assured, there will be another something that needs me; something that can’t get along without me.  I’m leaning toward what my husband refers to as a “yap yap,” but yes – maybe a Yorkie.  Would that explain why I love the show, “It’s Me or the Dog,” because it’s helping me set my sights on the next cutie I can anthropomorphize and spoil?  Even though, if you’ve watched the show you know treating your cat, dog or what have you like its human is something Victoria Stillwell, the host, loathes.  I mean have you seen the animals?  Have you seen some of the people with them.  Have you ever noticed how the spoiled appear as though they know they are pampered?  I know indulging them is a girly thing – it’s just something we do.  My husband complains because he does not want to be seen ( six feet both ways) walking a Yorkie.  But, you know what?  I know him, he would love it, and even though I want the puppy, it would probably only want to be with him (that’s happened before).  Because, again that’s the magic he emits to children and beasts (see Under the Influence).

My husband’s business partner had two Chihuahua’s when we met her in 2005, then a couple of years passed and our little Summer, the short-haired gold-colored sweetie became ill and passed away.  I think to pacify her loss she then went out, and purchased another pup.  Here we are in 2011, and she has acquired three more babies (five in total).  When is enough, enough?  I personally don’t believe you can replace a special family member with another.  My parakeet, for instance, yes-lived eighteen years, and no one believed that. Ah, I loved him, and cried for two weeks when he died.  Sometimes, while on the telephone, my husband would chastise him, and the caller would ask if we had a dog.  This happened many times, but the stupid bird responded to his demands that way.

I don’t know how all of this came about, but we still laugh about it today, and he’s been gone thirteen years.  He loved me, and would sit on my shoulder as I did dishes or as I walked around.  He never wanted my husband to touch him.  If he got out of hand; took flight wherever he wanted – my husband would stand at the cage, and tap his finger at the opening.  While doing that, he would call his name and say “come on.”  He seemed to know that if he didn’t do what he had been ordered, my husband would literally catch him.  So, under duress he would make his way back to his cage, protesting all the way with his weird vocal disapproval.  How could I ever expect to replace such a personality.  Okay, enough about my beloved bird.

Each of our live-ins had its own personality like a person, as I am sure yours does. Since my husband started in this business, the stories I could tell involving how special they are to their owners would keep you entertained for days.  Their personalities would also keep you in stitches.  But for those of us who love, and have household pets, how could we get along without the darlings.  Please, take a minute, make a suggestion on what I should get next, and tell me a little about your special member of the family.