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Tale of Topsy - long - and about dogs, not weight

Monday, July 26, 2010


We still have that little dog and today I will take him in for basic health shots and to check for heartworms. There is one last place I will check to see if anybody's missing a wee small dog and if we still don't find a distraught owner, I have myself a little rat terrier.

He's a male and I won't get him the Big Boy Operation for another month or so because you never know. An owner might show up out of the blue 2 months from now. How do I know? Ahhh well. Let me tell you

THE TALE OF TOPSY *

Tale of Topsy

Topsy was born on the farm. Her mother, in true Labrador fashion, while being a wonderful family dog, was most strongly attached to BigDarling. But when in heat or pregnant, she would cling to me. I used to say “Tru has cramps and she knows I understand” when she would leave his petting hand to snuggle up close to me. The night the pups were born I woke suddenly, sat straight up, and exclaimed that Tru was having her pups. Ignoring spousal scoffing I said “either that or she’s in trouble. I know she’s going to try to have those pups under the yurt and I saw a black snake down there this morning.” so at some time after midnight I was prowling around outside with the flashlight.

Tru was 7 years old and we’d debated a long time about breeding her. This pregnancy she’d seemed more sedate, less lively. Several pups had already been born by the time I flashed the light on a concentrating mother. She looked over her shoulder at me and, through ancient, silent female communication, she told me “Don’t you ever do this to me again.” and I solemnly promised this was her last litter.

They were wonderful little critters, though, with one exception. A small yellow female just seemed off. She didn’t move with the same surety. She wandered a quarter of a mile out into the field at 5 weeks and only BigDarling’s absolute dedication tracked her down. She acted as if she were blind. HardHeartHere said she ought to be put down because she would taint the rest of the litter when prospective buyers came to look, but both BigDarling and LittleDarling booed me back into silence. I even sought corroboration from the vet when I took them in for their first shots. Of course, these dedicated animal lovers, true physicians, who never give up hope where there is life, demurred, but I could see them tsk and shake heads.

So the little pup lived, but she did not sell. I forget whether black males were the dog of choice that spring or yellow females, but by the time we got a call from someone seeking a yellow female she was the last one left. We had promised LittleDarling he could have his pick of this litter as his own dog. He and I were upstairs and when we heard BD explaining how this pup was probably not going to make a good hunter LD burst into tears. “But she is the only dog I’ve ever loved with all my heart!” he wailed and I said “then better hurry downstairs and tell Daddy she’s not for sale”. And that was that.

She continued to seem different. The most striking thing about her was how she would spin around in a tight circle, whence the name TopsyTurvy, quickly shortened to Topsy. But she was a beautiful golden yellow color with two faint darker stripes that ran the length of her back. She had meaty thighs and a powerful swift run. She also wandered. She was a springtime dog so she began swimming early. Our favorite swimming hole is across the bay, a little sandy bottom spot on the Island that we get to by canoe. Topsy always started out in the boat, but before we’d gotten to shallow water she’d have leapt out and begun swimming to shore. She was an inveterate hunter as well, though BD was hunting less and LD had not yet taken up the sport. Squirrels were a constant temptation and groundhogs the enemy. Over on the Island were all the furry rodents a natural hunter could wish for and time after time she’d be long gone and out of earshot when we were ready to go home. We’d call and call, climb the bank and call some more, and finally, as the gray cloak of summer evening slid across the shoulders of the eastern horizon, we’d have to go home. A day or two, or sometimes even three, later, she’d show up, smiling, sleek, glad to see us.

Oh but the heartaches she brought us when she’d do her disappearing act. It was a hard lesson for a little boy. Many a day we’d drive the 12 miles ‘round to the Island and try to find her. I remember once seeing a skunk, at the far edge of a field, with a white stripe so wide it almost looked like a yellow Labrador. I know we came home sans Topsy that day - and there were a goodly number of other days we made the trek in vain. Topsy was just a scatterbrained wanderer.

Out of that littler we also kept a black male, although I am firmly of the belief that nobody needs 3 dogs. This big black fellow chose me as his own, though, and I was not about to let him go. This is a grave danger of having a litter of pups - that you won’t be able to sell them all - that you won't let yourself sell them all. Pokey shared Topsy’s fierce hatred of groundhogs and the two of them could have been rented out to farmers had we wanted to earn a little extra cash. Topsy would start out sniffing and digging and when she’d made some progress her brother would shove her aside and finish off the hole. If they were near the base of a tree, seeking squirrels, Topsy would even bite and tug at the tree roots and in a frenzy of passion one day she broke off one of her teeth.

And so, the little dog grew “like Topsy” and became an important part of the happiness of our lives. Who can know the joy a boy has with his dog.

The Sunday before Christmas in ‘93 LD and I were walking back with the morning paper. We took the long path through the woods because it was just one of those wonderful days for walking and ended up on the bank overlooking the wild winter marsh. Topsy came running up to us and urged Pokey to join her in some doggish pursuit. They both dashed back into the woods while the humans walked on home. I remember at the time thinking how odd she was acting and that she must have found some truly fascinating scent to get her to behave that way. I thought about it later that night when guests arrived and there was no Topsy in the yard to greet them.

Then began the strangest and saddest time for us all. Topsy had gone. Vanished from her own home. Five years old, she was way too old to have gotten lost. We called. We posted signs. We even checked with families who lived across the river - a good mile and half across marsh and water. And we wept.

It was in early March when Dr. Wilkins, from the vet’s office, called and asked me if our dog was still missing. An affirmative was countered with “can you describe any identifying features?” and of course I told him about the broken front tooth, the wide stripe of darker fur down her back and her characteristic spinning. “Well, I think I just treated your dog” was his reply.

Oh. First came the wash of joy. The amazed, happy grin. Topsy had been found. She was across the river, 40 miles from home, but just fine. She had been given to a retired couple by the young man who’d found her wandering along the riverbank. No. She didn’t have a collar. We’ve only ever collared true wandering dogs - and we’ve only had one of those. After all, she’d only ever gone to the island and back. Who would have thought she’d not only swim the river, but then get adopted and transported another 10 miles in shore? And who would have thought this couple would have bypassed all the vets on the Northern Neck, to bring Topsy to the Tappahannock Veterinary Clinic for checkup and shots?

But my second thought was “Do I want a dog who’s going to wander that far? We’d only just begun to stop grieving over her loss. Pokey had at last stopped moping around. LD could smile once again. What was the purpose of bringing back a dog who would run that far away from her own front yard?

My final thought was that it was not my decision anyway. The dog belonged to LD and it was up to him to decide what to do. And so I did nothing till he got out of school. How well I remember the same emotions flashing across his face when I asked him if he wanted Topsy back - Sheer delight, a thoughtful consideration of going after her, and then the resolute decision to go and see. We knew it was Topsy. If she remembered us when we got there, we would take her home. If she didn’t we would leave her with her new owners.

I called and talked to a gentle voiced man who said sadly, after I had described some of Topsy’s more vivid personality traits , “I believe we have your dog, ma’am”. He gave us directions and we drove to a pleasant house set in a pretty yard. Two teary eyed people welcomed us in and before we had spoken more than a few words, we could hear Topsy barking excitedly from down in the basement. One of Topsy’s most surprising behaviors was a deep distrust of men who were not her men. She seemed to like all women, and if you belonged to her she was as cuddlesome and friendly as you could wish, but heaven help the man who was not one of the accepted. The man told me that he had to keep her locked away when his brother visited, for she growled so fiercely at him. But the rest of the time she would sit by his side, chin on his thigh, and keep him company.

Topsy’s joy at being reunited with LD was a sight to behold. It was the most telling evidence that she truly belonged with us - something this tenderhearted couple couldn’t deny. I did reimburse them for their recent vet bill but something the Mrs. said made me actually glad we were taking our wanderer home. She began to tell me about how much they loved animals and how they fed wild ones in their back yard. A chill ran through me - for, though I love the wild animals that fill the woods and fields of my farm, I do not feed them. It is dangerous for them and for us. They need to have the skills to feed themselves and there are diseases that I would rather they not share with us - or for that matter, we share with them. But worst of all, was that Topsy was a natural hunter- swift, and deadly. The thought of these gentle people putting feed out for critters and then watching in horror as their “pet” went in for the kill right before their eyes made me shiver. I knew for sure that Topsy was the wrong dog for them.

And so, the prodigal daughter came home. And thank goodness, she’s never wandered again. We have speculated long and hard about what could have sent her off on such a journey. That year there were a lot of beaver moving into the area and on a walk on the Island we noticed that she swam out after them - way out in the river. Frantic calls, shouts, whoops and whistles eventually turned her in our direction, but out there in the water, she really did seem confused and lost. Perhaps she had followed a beaver across the river. Perhaps she just got turned around or caught in the current and swept downstream a ways, that fateful December day. We will never know for sure, but for sure we are glad we’ve had these additional 10 years.

She is very old now. Her mother didn’t quite make it to 15 and, at that, she was considered the oldest pure bred lab in the county. I wonder where Topsy ranks in the longevity list. But mostly we just enjoy watching an old dog have a truly blissful old age. She still likes to prance when we feed her at night. She’ll always walk the half-mile out to the mailbox with us and if she’s rested, she’ll go all the way to Rose Hill with BD, which is a good 4 mile trek. She groans when she lies down, and you can see her once meaty thighs are thin and a little unsteady. She’s grown to look more like her mother as she’s aged, no bad thing, since Tru was the most beautiful yellow Lab I’ve ever seen. She’s outlived them all - mother, father and siblings. She’s patient with the other dogs, but careful, because they’ll knock her down if they bump into her. Sleep is her favorite activity, but she loves to be loved and will nudge you for more strokes if you don’t move away. Food is a joy, though she only has her back teeth - all the front ones have worn down to nubs. And like Br'er Rabbit, she'll lay low. If you aren’t careful she’ll hide in the den and spend the night inside. And we let her sometimes, because she is Old Topsy, the yellow Lab.



*Topsy lived 18 years and died in 2005, quietly in her sleep, in the dog house. She's burried at her favorite place beside the clothes line and 100 daffodils are planted over the spot.

  
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JLITT62 7/26/2010 5:03PM

    Awww, what a sweet story. I just look over at Chester hanging out in his bed, keeping me company (altho what he really wants is to be on my lap, but he gets heavy after a while, for such a little dog), and my heart just melts.

Oh to be a dog!

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WEDDWT 7/26/2010 4:38PM

    Thank you for the tale of Topsy, a hard act to follow for the little rat terrier, but you can tell from the look of dismay on his face that he knows he can't call his new place Home just yet. Maybe after the emoticonworm test he'll know for sure he's staying!

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MERALO 7/26/2010 8:27AM

    Beautiful story!

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MSLZZY 7/26/2010 7:54AM

    What a sweetie and a very wonderful story! Thanks for sharing! emoticon

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KSTUDYING 7/26/2010 6:57AM

    I love dogs too. When they die, I still miss them and think of them. Your story made me remember a few dogs that are gone now.

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The right hat makes everything better

Saturday, July 24, 2010

  
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AEBROWNSON 7/27/2010 8:52PM

    So will you be going to the polo match? emoticon

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WEDDWT 7/26/2010 4:40PM

    Ooh, La La !

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JLITT62 7/24/2010 9:40AM

    Love it!

I'm a big hat person -- literally & figuratively. I don't know where I got it from, since no one else I know wears hats.

Probably part of why I look so young, I'm fairly protective of my face.

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MSLZZY 7/24/2010 7:14AM

    Love the hat! I would look so goofy wearing one (believe me, I've tried)! Have a great Saturday! emoticon

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Little Lost Dog

Thursday, July 22, 2010

I live down a rural road with lots of woods and fields and very few houses. Most of the people who drive down this road are wonderful - good neighbors, loving friends and family, interesting strangers. But there is a particularly bad sort who also, now and then, makes nefarious use of this road to abandon unwanted dogs and cats. If you ever hear I have gone to jail it is because I caught one of those baddies, and after I did serious physical harm to him, I abandoned him, just the way he was abandoning a small furry animal.

We already have 2 drop-off dogs along with our labrador, Captain Jack, who have brought us immeasurable joy. It just may be that now a wee squirt of a dog will join the menagerie, for on Monday, when I was driving out, this little white head popped out of the woods. .
I stopped the car, opened the door and up he ran. I took him back to the house and showed him to Himself, ready to take the pup to the pound if I got any resistance but Mr.Tenderheart said "Oh leave him here - I'll call around and see if anybody's lost a dog".

He's still here. We put an ad on the radio, called the vets, put his photo on facebook. We shall see. I noticed he ripped the screen on the back porch last night, trying to get inside. He may not be as popular as he was yesterday.

but he certainly is cute and appealing. He's already endeared himself enough to escape the pound. If his owner doesn't turn up and we don't keep him, I know a softie who will find him a new home.


  
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JLITT62 7/22/2010 4:07PM

    OMG, how could anyone abandon such a cutie? The mind boggles. Of course there is that 2 week honeymon phase. Still, both Chester & Lola are rescue dogs. I firmly believe in rescues.

There was a time I thought I wanted to live out in the country and have lots of animals, but I know people often do that -- abandon animals out there. I think in the end I'm too much a city girl. Or surburbia girl.

Will wait to see how this unfolds and thanks for the photos!

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WEDDWT 7/22/2010 2:09PM

    I love the patch around his right eye, hmmmm I wonder what you will name him. For coming to his rescue, he make continue to rip thru screens and obstacles just to be near you! I know, it's hard to take that as a compliment, huh?
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LMSTRAW 7/22/2010 11:25AM

    Thank you for this kind deed! I know the problem, someone once "dropped a dog" who was pregnant, ready to deliver near our home. WE tried to make her feel "at home" but she never really did. She went to a bsrn, had her liter there; when they were old enough to eat, she came and 'told " us...she brought one with her. Of couse, we had taken food and water to her daily. I supose she thought we couldn't figure out that her pups would need to eat, too! One of the pups took to us, and we couldn't have run him off! She took the others and left one day! We never knew what happened to them. We actually looked for her and her babies, but never found them or heard a word.
I can't believe people can actually do that. But then, God puts angles like you and your DH there to take care of his 4 legged children!
Linda

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SHEILA1505 7/22/2010 11:09AM

    Softy!
What else could you do though - and he obviously knows he's safe and protected with you both - don't the other beasties object to sharing their bounty??

Hugs

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EDWINA172 7/22/2010 8:14AM

    You are an angel. Thank you for saving the little guy.

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MBOLTON5 7/22/2010 8:00AM

    What a wonderful thing to do! emoticon

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PALEAN 7/22/2010 7:56AM

    I'm so glad you were there for this sweet dog! Dogs, cats...all animals deserve the best...God Bless You for saving this one!

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Bess' Girls Camp - long post

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Over the past 25 years, the young girls in my family have spent summer weeks at my house. First it was nieces, then cousins and daughters of my childhood friends. After a while, though, they all grew up, went to college, got jobs, husbands - even children of their own. It's been mostly girls, of course, who want to come play with my toys, so after a while Himself began calling it Bess' Girls Camp. And at last we've got New Cute Little Girls (and one adorable boy) to come visit again.

This past week our precious 8 year old cousin spent 5 days with us, exploring the wild outdoors, swimming, coming to work with me (it's wonderful how many girls love to spend time in libraries, helping with story hours and putting books away) and sampling lots of crafts from my cache of supplies. (Cousin Hannah says I have the best toys of any grownup, ever!)

The best thing about having children visit is that they want to go swimming every day - (we get a little lazy now and often say "let's just take a walk) - and to get to the swimming beach we have to canoe across wide Occupacia Bay. Great exercise there - and lots of laughs, because our aqua phobic labrador Jack had to swim back and he cried all the way home. I've never seen a dog resent water as much as he does. Monday the cool water was refreshing and a little rainstorm spattered droplets on us as we paddled home, but as the nights have stayed above 70 all week, by yesterday it was bathtub temperature. Little minnows nibble at your back in the warm water and of course - we're surrounded by a ring of greenery with not another soul out there to intrude on the luxurious feeling that the whole world belongs to us.

Summertime we have lots of childrens' programs in the library so it's easy to take my own visiting cousins with me and not worry about them getting bored or me getting interrupted. I was going to be interrupted anyway. Also, if the cousin is the right age, she can join the reading club, read books, earn Book Bucks and spend them at the BookStore. The rule at my house is: you must be 7 years old before you can stay the week without your parents. I see there is a 5 year old sister who has started counting the days.

Himself is a magical man full of poetry and stories and with a voice you never forget - deep , rich, mellifluous and he will read Hans Christian Anderson stories on the back porch in the evening. He also knows all about the trees and will take a cousin for a walk in the woods and teach you how to identify them. He will even pick you up and tell you "Walk up the tree trunk so you will really know how that bark feels" He's just so cool.

But the really exciting part about staying at Bess' Girls Camp is Bess' Toys. There is Ginger Peach Preserves to be made

There is jewelry to be created


and there are babydolls to be dressed in hand knitted garments


There is also origami and drawing and real watercolor paints - but you get the idea.

Alas - a week has to come to an end sometime and it did yesterday with a gala swim with mama and aunt S and brothers and sisters and More Cousins. The house is quiet now but I believe there is another, former BGC attendee coming in this afternoon. And I believe there will be a Boy Cousin coming in August.

Happy times here in the country. Hope your campers are having a good time this summer.

  
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LUNADRAGON 7/17/2010 4:24PM

    Wow, such fun! I would have loved this as a little girl. Every summer, my girl cousins would each spend a few days at my house, and often I would go to their's and it was such fun.
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SHEILA1505 7/17/2010 12:27PM

    Bess - I am so sorry - I misunderstood!!! I thought your status was saying that you had lost Jack. Of course, I am delighted to work it out that this is not at all what you meant - you must have thought me totally dense earlier! Sorry for the "mistook"

Hugs

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JLITT62 7/17/2010 11:05AM

    I wanna come to Bess's girls camp!

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MSLZZY 7/17/2010 7:35AM

    What a great auntie you are to provide all the fun and education! Your summers must be fantastic getaways for all! Have a great weekend! emoticon

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Boatloads of thanks to you all!!

Friday, July 16, 2010

To anyone who sent up prayers, wishes, good thoughts, white light - to anyone who even had an instant of sympathy for me yesterday I send you glorious enormous heart felt THANKS.

We received a reprieve yesterday. My husband's good eye isn't all that good. that one was where his first detached retina was - in 1999. It has a buckle around it and we always know there is a chance that buckle could begin to cause trouble - but till about a year ago they could correct his vision with glasses to 20/20. In 2000 his left eye retina detached 3 times in 9 weeks. The subsequent surgery left him with the ability to detect dark and light but not to really see. Since the right eye issues began to show up over the past year we've been whiplashed back and forth with dire possibilities - bullets we've been able to dodge so far, always because the retina remained flat and intact. Now there is a wrinkle in the retina caused by a condition with an enormous polysylabic name.

The good news is the first step in treatment is with drugs instead of surgery. We are going to see and pray and invision and thank God for such good medicine and be happy with all there is of gratitude in our hearts.

but never ever doubt the enormous effect you have when you support someone with your good wishes - each tiny lightening of my load helps me see the true good path into the future.
I thank each and every one of you.

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LUNADRAGON 7/16/2010 7:42PM

    I will be praying for you both, that the medicine will help, and that you will both find relief for this soon.

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WEDDWT 7/16/2010 1:01PM

    When couples go thru these trials, when something precious is at risk of being lost, I think a certain gratitude is developed than cannot be achieved during the good times. As that gratitude muscle becomes stronger and stronger, life itself becomes more precious. There is sight, and then there is spiritual sight, and I think DH will always be able to see how much he loves you.
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Continued prayers for you both

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JLITT62 7/16/2010 8:36AM

    I absolutely believe in the power of prayer.

Losing your sight is such a scary thought. I was born cross-eye'd, and had eye surgery at 6 months -- then again at 12 years to correct a lazy eye -- and my vision, even corrected, has never been 20/20. But it's good enough, so far, knock on wood.

I'm just writing that to say that not all eye surger is bad, obviously, but hoping it won't come to that for your DH anyway.

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MSLZZY 7/16/2010 8:07AM

    emoticon emoticon emoticonGood news! I will continue to pray for you both!

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SHEILA1505 7/16/2010 7:06AM

    Continuing to keep you in my thoughts and communications with my Universe. Hoping the meds prove successful and all will be well.

with love and hugs
Strength!

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