attack of the allergies haha
“Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Beyond the door
There’s peace I’m sure.
And I know there’ll be no more…
Tears in heaven”
Eric Clapton- Tears in Heaven
Dogs are man’s best friends, and Baby was just that. She had some sort of magnetic attraction to our crazy family. She loved everyone and we all loved her.
If you knew her, you would understand some of the inside jokes with her.
Most dogs love to kiss, but not her, she would avoid kisses like her life depended on it. I have never seen anything so stubborn, but if you got a kiss you know you meant a lot to her. It was not something that happened very much. I think she kissed me maybe 50 times in her seven years at the house.
watching out
When it came to fetch, that meant you threw the toy, and she watched as you picked it up a minute later as she watched on. When she was younger she would always fetch and destroy any toy in her way, but that changed the last few years.
One thing she was really good at was singing, or in english…howling. I would always screw around with her and howl and she would copy everything I did and howl back. It wasn’t a regular howl though, she would mimick every tone I came out with. If I went high, she went high. If I went low, she went low. Her face would scrunch up, it was the cutest thing.
her looking all goofy
She also loved to screw with people, she was so small she could fit under beds and other small spaces, so if she ever got in trouble she would go hide in one of those spots so she wouldn’t get the punishment she knew she had coming. She was very smart about that. She knew when she did wrong and it was funny seeing her trying to get out of it. She tried the puppy-eye look, the ‘oh crap” look, the I-am-getting-the-hell-outta-here look among many others. She was extremely fast so if she saw you coming she was GONE!!!
Talking about her speed, by God she was FAST. She used to run laps around the house going like 20 mph. I always wished we had a radar gun to see how fast she was going. You could always hear her rumbling along. When she went she went. You couldn’t catch her if you were Usain Bolt. We would all get a kick out of her doing the “Indy 500,” as we called it, around the house.
Her favorite thing though other than cookies and people was getting her nap on, and she was a pro at that. She snored louder than anything I had ever heard. It was hard to imagine something so small being SO LOUD. It got scary when she had her nightmares and she looked like she was being possessed by something, she would be shaking and kicking. For little twig legs she had some good kicks, I know from her kicking me in her dreams. Most of the time she would curl into a ball on either my parents bed, between their pillows or on her bed. She was picky even with that. She would walk around in circles until she found the right comfort zone. When she was on bed with anyone she would take over the whole bed. She was 30 pounds and small in stature, but you couldn’t tell that when she was with you. She would try to move you out of the way to get extra space. She loved sleeping between peoples legs, I guess it was warmer for her. It made her happy though so we would all adjust to her.
One of the funnier things she did was when our pitbull would come in, she would pounce at him and bark and snarl. The thing is she was half his height and weighed 55 pounds less than him. Again, don’t tell her that, she was the queen bee of the house, it was her property. One thing that we always told people that were coming to our house was DON’T RING THE DOORBELL! She would go insane every time. When you managed to get in the house she would bark at you for 5 minutes each time and at almost exactly the 5th minute she would calm down and would be like your best friend. She always had to feel you out I guess. It was her way of guarding the house. You couldn’t get into the house without going through her first.
She was just a goofy little girl in a goofy family that fit in perfectly and made our life’s better for knowing her. She was sent to us for a reason and she did everything to live up to being the perfect dog. Even when she went to the bathroom in the house, she did so by actually walking into the bathrooms and going. Not on the carpets, not on the wood floor, but in the bathrooms themselves. We never taught her that, she did that on her own.
My sister was blessed with an angel when she adopted baby at 7 months, and when she brought her into the family, she was the 7th member. She made you like her, you couldn’t ignore her if you tried, and if you did, she would follow you more until you liked her. When you ate she would poke your butt for attention, and when you sat on the couch she would sit on your lap or lay next to you, but she had to be touching or the world was going to end.
howling
Unfortunately she had to be put to sleep last night, my sister’s toughest decision ever. Her white blood cells were taking over and eliminating her red blood cells. Her red blood cell count should have been at 42 percent, and it was at 14 percent. Her body was turning on her. The hospital gave us the options for a cure, but the cure wasn’t even really a cure, it was a 50/50 percent chance on her living or dying. And if they did get her fixed, the chances were very high she could relapse again and again and again. We couldn’t let her go through that, it would not be humane. Before she was put to sleep she did a few of her customary things, she barked a few times at the doctor before he put her to sleep, and she still would not give me that dang kiss, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, because that wouldn’t have been her.
She is an angel and will be missed by all that got the honor of meeting her and being her friend!
I love you Baby!!! 
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god I loved that damn dog