Friday, May 13, 2011


Ellie’s whole past is a mystery to us, like any adopted shelter dog. We got glimpse of it here and there, like her mysterious companionship with kayotes, her fears of certain men and cigarette smokers, and a few tidbits from her rescuers about the town she was picked up in.
We knew she had a microchip. It’s taken us awhile to get her information from it, and we had to get her rescanned. When was rescued, the rescue called the person who had her microchipped and told them they found his dog. His reply was, “You mean Black Dog? I don’t want her.”

My sympathies went out to her. Unwanted is something no one wants to be. Ellie is endearing at first, she gives out hugs and shakes pas, but she’s an independent dog a lot of the time. She’s the opposite of Sienna, who demands and insists upon loads of attention. Ellie likes to hang out under the bed or on top of the bed a lot, and she may lie by my side, but if I notice her there or talk too much to her, she bolts. She likes to remain in the shadows, at least when she’s not chasing squirrels.

Back to the name. Her shelter that the rescue got her from called her Sheba. She had no response to that name. She had been named Ellie Mae by the rescue, wisely so because it’s a cute name and I think names do catch people’s eyes when they surf adoption sites like Petfinder.

What’s in a name for a dog? It’s the connection you have with them. It’s the one thing you say that is just for them. It tells them that they are wanted, called for, desired, and you need their attention. With Sienna, she didn’t know her other name (dare I utter it…Tagra…ick!), so she was happy for the fresh start. Same with the kitties. I never knew Zuki’s other name, if he had one, and it remains a mystery. He listened to the name Zuki, so it wasn’t a big deal. But sometimes I’d try to call him other things, thinking one day I’d hit on his old name.

Today I received the letter from the microchip company. It had Ellie’s original name on it, “Daisey”. At first, I laughed. I called Chris to tell him. Then I read further and realized her birthday was listed as her being 10 years old. My first instinct was confusion, because we assumed she was very young, at the most 5 years old. Her microchip was only purchased in 2009 so this is likely still be a mistake. 

After registering her name and age change with the company, I hung up the phone. Both dogs were upstairs, doing their own thing. I decided to call out, “Daisey”. I heard the footsteps down the stairs, fully expecting it to be Sienna, who comes to pretty much any name we shout out in a doggie-loving voice, perhaps due to her being overnicknamed. But it was Ellie. Tears fell out of my eyes and I ran to embrace her. With that name, I was able to give her some link to her past. I called her Daisey a few more times and she still responded. I am sad because obviously at some point she did bond enough with someone who called her Daisey, and that person is no longer in her life. I doubt it was the cruel man who said he didn’t want her. Perhaps it was a shelter worker. I don’t know who, but it gave me hope that at some point before us she’d known love. 

Ellie will still be Ellie to us. But to someone out there, if you are reading, your Daisey is loved.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

weekend highjiinks

This weekend was full of highjinks. Yes the pups and Foucault gave me some mom's day treats, notably some incense to cover up certain odors that seem to eminate from the litter box. Thanks guys.

Usually I take Ellie on a walk after sundown and she's a dream walker, I barely even noticed she's with me. She keeps a great pace. Sure, she sniffs here and there but we've got a system down. Today when Chris had to go to meet someone and suggested I bring her along (to get ou tof his morning dog walk duty) I agreed. I had forgotten how she can be in daylight.

All went well for awhile other than some fear of the noiser streets and buses that she's still a little skittish of. Then she sees a squirrel and all heck breaks loose. Here she is, caught on tape.

When she does that I just have to ride it out until she calms down a bit. Or evacuate the area. She's got blinders on and nothing can distract her. This sort of thing really hurts my back so I have to brace against something like a tree to help hold her back. Ugh.

Foucault  was a sweetie at times, cuddling on my lap while I caught up on some of my favorite shows. He's a Gleek just like me.
Although the non song portions were putting him to sleep and I caught these funny eye movements on video.

Then he decided to swipe at Sienna a few times as she went by. Which doesn't phase her much.

Sienna was a little out of sorts this weekend and didn't want to eat for a day, which she does periodically. Whenever I get too concerned, she perks up and eats again. I wonder why she does this but I've just come to realize she fasts about once a month and it usually works out ok.

Hope your weekend was fun!