Vickie shared…Old Dogs: Are the Best Dogs
Posted: April 3, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados Leave a comment
It’s available at Amazon. Here’s a review from that site:
Anyone who has ever loved an old dog will love Old Dogs. In this collection of profiles and photographs, Weingarten and Williamson document the unique appeal of man’s best friend in his or her last, and best, years.
This book is a tribute to every dog who has made it to that time of life when the hearing and eyesight begin to go, when the step becomes uncertain, but when other, richer traits ripen and coalesce. It is when a dog attains a special sort of dignity and a charm all his own.
If you’ve known a favorite old dog, you’ll find him or her on these pages. Your dog might go by a different name and have a different shape, but you’ll recognize him or her by the look in an eye or the contours of a life story. There is the dog who thinks he is a house cat; the herder, the fetcher, the punk and the peacock, the escape artist, the demolition artist, the patrician, the lovable lout, the amiable dope, the laughable clown, the schemer, the singer, the daredevil, the diplomat, the politician, the gourmand, and the thief. Plus, as a special bonus, you will find the first Latvian elkhounds ever photographed.
Old Dogs is a glorious gift book and a fitting tribute to that one dog you can’t ever forget.
About the Author
Gene Weingarten, pictured here with Murphy, his Plott Hound, is a nationally syndicated humor columnist and a Pulitzer Prize-winning staff writer for The Washington Post. He has written two books: The Hypochondriac’s Guide to Life. And Death. and I’m with Stupid (with Gina Barreca). Weingarten lives in Washington, D.C. He has instructed his family that he wishes to be buried in Washington’s Congressional Cemetery, because it allows dogs to run free. He wants his tombstone to include only his birth and death dates, and this: “A funny man who loved dogs.” The stone will be carved in the shape of a fire hydrant.
Washington Post photographer Michael S. Williamson was born and raised in Washington, D.C. A two-time Pulitzer Prize winner, Williamson has covered a variety of global events over the last thirty years, including the wars in El Salvador and Nicaragua, the Philippine revolution, strife in the Middle East, the Gulf War, and conflicts in Africa and the Balkans. At the Post, Williamson works as both a photographer and a photo editor. He lives in Silver Spring, Maryland, with his daughters, Sophia and Valerie.
Kathy’s April Fool
Posted: April 1, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados Leave a comment
Tess, my little funny face, April Fool Jester…
How do your dogs make you laugh?
LOL, Kathy
Vickie shared…Dog Gone Pain
Posted: March 31, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados, Lotsa Lhasa Info Leave a comment
It was first prescribed by my vet when Frankers had his first flare up. Initial Rx was: 1 whole tab for 2 weeks and then 1/2 tab daily.
Vickie shared…Good Dog. Stay.
Posted: March 30, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados 1 CommentVickie shared this CD with me. 
“The life of a good dog is like the life of a good person, only shorter and more compressed.”
So writes Pulitzer Prize-winning author Anna Quindlen about her beloved black Labrador Retriever., Beau. With her trademark wisdom and humor, Quindlen reflects on how her life has unfolded in tandem with Beau’s, and on the lessons she’s learned by watching him: to roll with punches, to take things as they come, to measure herself not in terms of the past or the future but of the present, to raise her nose in the air from time to time and, at least metaphorically, holler, “I smell bacon!”
Of the dog that once possessed a catcher’s mitt of a mouth, Quindlen reminisces, “There came a time when a scrap thrown in his direction usually bounced unseen off his head. Yet put a pork roast in the oven, and the still breathed as audibly as an obscene caller. The eyes and ears may have gone, but the nose was eternal. And the tail. The tail still wagged, albeit at half-staff. When it stops, I thought more than once, then we’ll know.”
Heartening and bittersweet, Good Dog. Stay: honors the life of a cherished and loyal friend and offers us a valuable lesson on our four-legged family members: Sometimes an old dog can teach us new tricks.
Debby on…her sister and Tamdin
Posted: March 29, 2009 Filed under: Apso Aficionados, DRambles on Black Mountain 4 Comments
This morning, in the quiet stillness of the dark, the time is appropriate for sharing about Tamdin. And the love between her and my sister Lori.
Tamdin arrived in the original crew delivered on my doorstep August 31, 2001. She was wearing a sweater to keep her recently shaved body warm. In 2003 Lori and Ron came to Colorado for Nate’s high school graduation. I think that’s when she fell in love with Yangsom. A few months later, in conversation she mentioned I wouldn’t give her the dog she wanted. Ah! But, I have her half-sister! On the next trip Rick and I took back to Norfolk, Tamdin rode along.
Lori was hesitant. Ron had been wanting a hunting dog. Upon our arrival, Tamdin walked into their house, claimed the rug in front of the kitchen sink hers and settled in as if she’d always lived there. Holding her the following day, Ron asked Tamdin if she was a hunting dog. Hunter, he’d call her.
Later, Tamdin’s granddaughter Ling went to live with Lori, Ron and Tamdin. I have photos of them out on Lori’s beautiful lawn. I have photos of Tamdin and Lori in St. Louis when we presented the Gompa dogs during Tibet – Remembering Our Past. I have photos of Tamdin when she still lived in Colorado. Reader, if you’d like to see more photos, you can. It is words I want to share right now. Words from Lori. Words from our sister Kelly…
Hi Debby,
It’s with a heavy heart to say Tamdin last breath was today.
Surgery wasn’t an option this time around.
With her going down hill so fast the last few days, Lori and Ron made the hard decision to let her go. Let her go before the real suffering set in.
Our sister did her best to keep her little dog going for more weeks than expected. Tamdin was a lucky dog to have such awesome love and care!!!
Love,
Kelly
And…
Hi Debby,
I wanted to let you know that I had to put Tamdin asleep today. I am so sad. I feel like there’s a big hole in my heart. She meant the world to me. I’ll write more in a few days when I’m not feeling so emotional about it, but I wanted to let you know.
Love, Lori
I hope my sisters aren’t mad that I’m sharing their words. Their words express the depth of the bond between Lori and Tamdin. They are a tribute to a sweet little dog. If they’re mad, I’ll remove their words.
Hi Debby,
I am glad to see this week come to an end. Losing Tamdin is the hardest thing I’ve gone through in a very long time. I loved her dearly. She was constantly at my side whether I was working, reading, or watching TV, or taking my evening bath. She even had a bed next to mine. Do you remember when you first brought her to me? I wasn’t sure at the time if I was ready for a dog. You told me to just give it a try, that if I ended up not wanting her, you would take her back. Thank you Debby for bringing her into my life. I only wish her time with me had been longer. It was so hard for me to let her go but I knew for her sake I had too. The middle of last week I could things were getting worse with her. She seemed to have trouble swallowing her food, so I cut it into smaller pieces yet and that seemed to help. The weather was nice here Friday, so Ron and I took she and Ling for a walk on the Cow Boy trail. They were both so excited when I got their leashes out. I wanted to get Tamdin out there at least one more time. She absolutely loved her walks out there. She wasn’t able to walk as far as she usually did, but that was okay, I carried her the rest of the way. I had always meant to get a picture of her and Ling on their walk for you but never did. I’ll get one of Ling for you sometime. The last couple of days Ling has been sleeping back here while I work. I hope she’ll continue to do so. She’s a character. I think she’s enjoying all the attention being on her.
And from an email Lori sent to Kelly… (gads, Kelly, now she might be mad at you too!)
I can’t begin to tell you how much I’ve appreciated you being here for me throughout this whole ordeal with Tamdin. I know being with her yesterday when she was put to sleep couldn’t have been real easy for you either. You thought a lot of her too. I’ve been so worried about her from the beginning. I keep telling myself I need to find comfort in knowing she’s out of any pain and discomfort she was feeling. I just wished things could’ve been different, but they are not. Ling knows something isn’t right. She hung out with me today while I worked. Maybe she’ll continue to do so. I would like that. I too, wrote Deb yesterday. Just a short note for now. I’ll forward what she sent me. Of course the tears started flowing again when I opened it. I know that each day that passes I’ll feel better about it, I just need to chase the ‘ghosts’ away. Last night I couldn’t bear to take a bath before bed so I showered. I would always carry Tamdin up the steps and set her down at the top. Off she’d run down the hallway to the bathroom, all excited to get her cookies. I loved the way her feet sounded as she ran down the hallway. I would always laugh at her. She’d eat her cookies, roll around on the rug for several minutes, and make a nest in my bathrobe while I read (or fell asleep! :o) ) in the tub. I think tonight I’ll try a bath.
Love, Lori
PS: Ron told Dustin yesterday about Tamdin and today Dustin and Kari sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
Sometimes words express what images cannot.
Sometimes images express what words cannot.
Kunza at FleetFire Timbers 