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Jasper is our Little Man. He is a two-year-old Golden Boy. He is the only male tailwagger we have ever had. He loves nothing better than to eat found objects, play with other dogs or cuddle with one of his humans. Nothing upsets him – well, not for long anyway. Jasper has few objectives in life: food, fun, torment Boo, and nap – preferably in that order. He is gentle and inquisitive and has a confident boy-dog swagger; he holds his chest out and bounces from side to side almost as if he might have springs in his paws. When one of his sisters takes his bone, he simply gets up and gets another – not much bothers Jasper.

Jaspy is without a doubt the cutest Golden Retriever ever – period.

We got Jasper when he was 7 weeks old. He is roughly 5 months younger than Boo, our other Golden, and 4 years younger than Schatz, our English springer spaniel. We knew shortly after getting Jasper that there was something wrong with him. On an average day, we would take Jasper outside to urinate up to 40 times and he would still have accidents in the house. He seemed to understand he was supposed to ‘go’ outside, but he still had frequent accidents in the house. Other than that he acted like a normal puppy – playing, dancing, crying when he didn’t get his way and begging for treats. He immediately took to Boo, although she was not so sure about him in the beginning.

It was about two weeks after getting Jasper that he was diagnosed with his first UTI. The first of a long series of UTI diagnoses, followed by a period of antibiotics and a short period of time after getting off the antibiotics before he was diagnosed with another UTI. This was a circular pattern that repeated itself for months and months. Jasper’s Vets were at a loss as to what the problem was and the UTIs were always odd strains that were highly resistant to antibiotics. His Vets finally decided that it was best that we take Jasper to Michigan State University Small Animal Clinic. After Jasper’s second visit, his MSU Vets finally discovered the problem. He had a fistula in his urethra that created an abnormal channel to his rectum. It was a two-way street in which fecal matter and urine went places they shouldn’t be going.

Jasper had surgery July of 2015 to fix his birth defect and he has been doing awesome since. Throughout the months of on and off UTIs, Jasper never acted sick – he was always the playful, energetic Golden Retriever pup constantly in trouble. After his surgery – yeah, well…he just got into even more trouble at that point.

When we first got Jasper we thought the little guy was the fattest puppy we ever saw. But then the Vet told us he wasn’t fat; he was simply 50% fur. We were completely surprised when we gave him his first bath. He didn’t even look like the same dog! Half of him just disappeared – the furry puff-ball half. It didn’t take very long before his puppy fluff dissipated, but he is still on the puffball side compared to Boo.

When Jasper was a puppy he wouldn’t bark. All of the Goldens we have ever had were not barkers and generally speaking I don’t think Goldens are big barkers. If the doorbell rang, they would let out a bark or two in greeting while giving a frenzied butt-wag of a welcome. But Jasper wouldn’t even bark when the doorbell rang or someone knocked on the door. He would get excited and wanted to know who was at the door, but he would not bark – ever.

One morning, when Jasper was a little over a year old, he was playing with Boo when Boo decided she had enough and sat down. Jasper tried to get her to play some more but she wouldn’t get up. He eventually lay down in front of her and in frustration started to whine. Next thing we knew the room was filled with this deep, loud rumble of a bark. Boo jumped up and ran to the door to look for the dog that was obviously outside. Jasper’s humans looked at each other in disbelief that the Little Man had finally found his barker and Jasper stood behind Boo trying to figure out what she was looking at and where all the noise came from. To this day, Jasper still looks a little confused when a bark escapes his Golden mouth.

Jasper had to wear a muzzle until he was about a year and a half old. We would get the strangest looks when we took him to the park or for a walk. People would comment that they had never met an aggressive Golden Retriever before. We responded by asking if they had ever met a Golden Retriever that ate EVERYTHING before? They usually responded with a knowing nod of the head and a smile. Anyone who has ever owned a Golden knows that they will eat anything – edible or not – it does not matter.

Jasper’s official title of Habitual Thief and Master Counter-Surfer is a title the Little Man takes seriously. If Jasper is not sleeping or eating he is more than likely in trouble. And that trouble most likely revolves around the thievery of any object that smells like one of his humans or food. Some of his favorite personal items are socks, shoes, sweatshirts and t-shirts – but any old thing will do – including iPhones, moisturizing cream and a mouth guard to name a few. Jasper’s absolute favorite items to steal are pillows. Part of the pillow thievery revolves around playing chase. He knows if he walks by one of his humans with a pillow dangling from his mouth, he will more than likely be chased by that human. According to Jasper there is nothing better than a game of ‘keep away’ with one or both of his humans. But Jasper also just likes pillows. He likes to sleep with his head elevated. If Jaspy wants to take a nap in the living room, he will go into one of the bedrooms and grab a pillow and take it into the living room, set it down and lie next to it, put his head on it and go to sleep.

Jasper is continually checking out what is on the kitchen counter or table. He loves to steal kitchen towels or potholders, if he can reach them, and to check out what is in the kitchen sink that he might be able to grab. His humans keep the kitchen counter and table clean of items Jasper might take, but he has still managed to score a few items. His biggest booty was 5 homemade oat bran muffins that he and Schatz (his partner in crime) split. The Little Man pulled them off the counter, because Schatzi is too short, and they ate them together while Boo watched. He has also managed the occasional banana and bread crust as well. It doesn’t pay to leave anything near the edge of the counter in our house.

It is hard to go anywhere without the Little Man at our heels. He follows us everywhere and if we are not going anywhere he will lay under the desk one of his humans is working at or at the feet of the other. He is a typical Golden and it is hard to move without stepping on or backing into the Little Man. Sometimes – if we stop too quickly – he runs into the back of us because he was following us that close.

Life with Jasper is interesting. He knows how to keep us busy. Even though the Little Man can be a bit annoying – especially when you are trying to wipe off his wet paws and he grabs the towel and runs out into the rain with it – it is hard not to just be swept up in his carefree, fun-loving attitude. He is such a Golden Boy – always under foot, always wagging his tail and always looking for ways to have fun. We are incredibly grateful that his birth defect was fixable. It is hard to imagine what our day would be like without our Little Man in our home and hearts.

 

 

The first member of what eventually became our current pack of tailwaggers was Boo! Little Boo came from Buckeye Kennels in Wauseon, Ohio. She was the runt of her litter and weighed a little less than 4 pounds when we got her at 7 weeks. Her breeder assured us that little Boo wasn’t overly submissive; Boo is the “perfect blend of naughty and nice! I really like her gentle disposition and a touch of sass!” How right she was.

When Boo was a puppy we called her Boo-Boo (and still do at times) – her head seemed huge compared to the rest of her body and her legs were rather short as well. She was a cuddly, snuggle pup that we could hold in one arm. That all changed in a very short amount of time and she turned out to be a 55 pound, lean and long-legged Golden. Now we call her Little Princess because she can be a bit of a diva – not wanting to get out of bed too early in the morning, turning her nose up at playing with the dogs at times and completely freaking out if a bug so much as dares to land on her fur coat. Sometimes we wonder if there is really a cat inside all of the golden fur.

Boo seems way too independent for a Golden Retriever. There are times when she wants to be close to her humans and Jasper and Schatz and then there are other times in which she just wants to be alone. We often find her alone in one of the other rooms or under the dog futon taking a nap or watching us from afar. Or maybe she is pondering the meaning of life – who knows?

We think Boo suffers from multiple personality disorder. She can be the sweetest, cuddly pup (Boo-Boo) and then 10 minutes later upset about something. If Boo does not get her way she starts to bark and bark and bark – like a little kid in a candy store throwing a tantrum and yelling, “I want, I want, I want…!” Or she starts to dig with her front paws incessantly at the carpet, her bed or the dog futon, taking her frustrations out on it.

We used to call Boo, Lady Boo, because she can be very particular about her appearance and how she acts. When it is dinnertime Boo, Jasper and Schatz are usually pretty patient while we are getting their dinners ready. But all three dogs cannot help but drool in anticipation of food. It is how they drool that is the difference between Boo and the other two. Jasper drools and drools, but his chest sticks out and catches most of it and anyway, Jasper does not care if he is covered in drool. Schatz has drool hanging and falling from her mouth and jowls everywhere and when she moves to get her food there is always a little drool puddle on the floor where she stood. Boo – however – licks her chops excessively so that she won’t drop spit on her fur coat or the floor. We have never had a dog that seemed averse to drooling – that is one of the reasons she had the nickname Lady Boo, because her impeccable manners should place her somewhere in the realm of canine royalty.

Another reason we called her Lady Boo is the special relationship she has with bugs. Boo gets extremely upset when an insect lands on her fur. She tries to catch it or if that fails she runs from it. There are times when she thinks there is a bug on her and she goes round and round in circles chasing her lower back looking and looking for the bug – but neither human ever saw one. The little girl can be a bit paranoid about bugs.

Boo also tends to run in a more lady-like manner – she skips. She can run like a normal dog, but she does not. She skips. She sort of hops and bounces her way across the grass, throwing her two front legs out at once, followed by her back legs kicking backward and up a little. She looks a little funny skipping, but if you know Boo’s personality it fits right in.

We stopped calling her Lady Boo the first time Boo proved to us that there was a real dog under all that prim and proper fur and that was the first time she thoroughly rubbed the side of her face, shoulder and side in a nice pile of wild animal diarrhea. Instantaneously Lady Boo became Stink Boo. Stink Boo loves to go for walks anywhere, but her favorite spot is Falling Waters Trail or MacCready Reserve. She loves pulling along her human on intense sniff walks and searching out and quite often finding piles of stinky stuff to roll in.

It is hard to believe it has almost been three years since we got Boo. We love our Little Princess, our Boo-Boo and our Stink Boo. Like all dogs she has her own distinct personality, quirks and habits – but those distinct characteristics are what make her so special to us. Happy 3^rd Birthday Boo!!

 

 

 

Where would I be without my dogs? I’ve thought a lot about this – ever since I lost my first dog. I got my first dog when I was 20 years old. I had just moved out of my parent’s house and what better way to express my newly found freedom than doing something my father explicitly forbid? Oh, yes…I got a dog – a 10 week old female Dalmatian puppy. I named her Gigger and she turned out to be my best friend, constant companion and counselor all rolled in one. She brought me joy, amusement and companionship every day we were together. She was skilled at consoling me when I was down and I always relaxed when I watched her carefree, goofy antics. All I had to do was look in her eyes and I felt at home. She was always with me – she even moved with me to Indiana and New York when I was in undergrad and graduate school. She wasn’t a family dog – she was my dog and we were fortunate enough to have many years together.

When your dog gets older it is so hard to watch its decline. My once active, energetic chipmunk-chasing, mole-killing dog started to move slowly and had a hard time getting up from a lying position. Do they understand what is happening to them? Do they know what it means to age? Dog owners are always putting human thoughts and emotions on their pets. I suppose I am no different. Can a dog make comparisons? Do they understand that what they once were able to do they can no longer do?

Just the idea of losing a beloved dog is something dog owners obsess about and dread – in some cases – years before they lose their pup. When the dog starts to slow down or receives an unfortunate diagnosis from the Vet, the fear of losing their dog becomes a reality. For some of us, it is just too hard to consider how we will go on without the dog’s constant source of love, acceptance and companionship – that’s how much our dogs mean to us.

Gig was 14 ½ years old when she was euthanized. She was suffering from kidney failure and her quality of life just wasn’t there. I have never felt the intense heartache as I did when she was euthanized. I had lost a grandparent, aunts and uncles – but the grief I felt over the loss of Gig couldn’t be compared – it was so much more intense. I was inconsolable and felt as if I was cut adrift from what was right and familiar. Green was no longer green – it was red. A square was no longer a square, but a circle. The world had somehow shifted – everything looked strange through my eyes without Gig by my side.

I was dogless for 7 days before I adopted a Golden Retriever rescue named Hailey. She was almost 4 years old and came with an uncertain history – two contradicting stories of why she no longer had a home. I didn’t care. I just couldn’t live without a dog. At first it was simply having another dog around me. On the day that Gig was euthanized I even ‘borrowed’ my sister’s dog, Zoe, because simply having a dog near me made me feel better. But after a bit of time, I started to see all the special qualities of Hailey Dailey as well.

I had a tough time getting over the loss of Gig – even with Hailey by my side. It certainly lessened the heartache – well, maybe not lessened the heartache of losing Gig, but it gave me a new joy having adopted Hailey. I know some people feel like they are betraying their deceased dog by getting another dog so quickly. I never had that problem. It didn’t take me very long after adopting Hailey to understand that Gig wasn’t the only dog that I could bond with – all dogs are unique and precious in their own way. And the connection dogs and people have – the bond – is what makes the dogs so dear and so important to us.

There were quite a few people that professed that they could not understand why I was grieving over the demise of a dog. It was not like my Dad died or something, right? Sure, they were okay with a few tears right after the fact, but days or a couple weeks later I was still upset about it? They just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me.

I was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with me too. Why was this so hard? Sure I loved my dog and missed her but why was the grief so intense? My grandmother died when I was 14 years old. I grew up with and was partly raised by my maternal grandmother – she lived with us. I never remember a time when my Gram was not around. I grieved her death, but it wasn’t as intense as the death of my dog.

How was it possible that the death of Gig hit me harder than the death of my grandmother? I loved my Gram – she was very much on the antisocial side, tough to get to know and at times really rather grouchy. But she could also be nurturing, comforting and chatty as well. I never really knew which version of her I would encounter on any given day. She was difficult to deal with because of this uncertainty, but that did not mean that I did not love her. So – perhaps I just loved my dog more? Is the love that you feel for your pup even the same love that you feel for another human?

We outwardly profess our love for our dogs in all sorts of ways. Driving down I-94 yesterday morning I saw numerous bumper stickers from love-struck dog owners: a paw print in which the center had written ‘I Love My Dogs’ and another stated, ‘Who rescued Who?’, ‘Golden Retriever Mom and Dad on board’ and ‘I Love My Shih Tzu’. The pet industry is over a $60 billion industry in the US – not too shabby for all the Mollies, Baileys and Coopers out there. My personal favorite confession of dog-love is a t-shirt I saw once printed with the caption, ‘How To Handle Stress like A Dog: If you can’t eat it or play with it…then pee on it and walk away’.

I don’t see dogs as furry ‘little’ people. I do not dress my dogs in clothes – nor do I wish I knew what my dog was thinking. Dogs are dogs. But I also have a hard time thinking about love in terms of degrees. It is hard for me to grasp that I loved my dog more than I loved my Gram. Love is love – it either is there or it isn’t there. Nor do I see the love of a dog as a different kind of love than the love we have for our friends or family. Love is love is love.

Relationships with people can be so much more complicated and quite often – messy. With a dog what you see if what you get. There are no words to misconstrue, no lines to read between, as there are with people. No jealousy, judgment, hate or greed to deal with – the ‘lower’ aspects of humanity do not exist with dogs. I have never had a dog that held a grudge for years like some people I know. What you see is what you get with a dog.

I finally came to the conclusion that I simply valued the bond I had with Gig more than the bond I had with my grandmother. But I was still intrigued with the question of why. I don’t know about your dog, but all of my dogs are capable of the most disgusting things – eating dead and decomposing animals or rolling in wild animal’s excrement. None of which I have ever seen a human friend of mine do. Can you imagine having a friend over and watching him eat the dead bug on the driveway or roll in possum poo in your yard? You’d think twice about inviting that friend back. Yet we welcome and share our homes and in some case our beds with our dogs.

Our dogs aren’t particularly useful either, or at least my dogs have never been very helpful. If you have an accident your dog certainly isn’t going to drive you to the ER, nor will your dog make and have dinner waiting for you when you get home from a hard day at work. Jasper, one of our Golden Retrievers, does an awesome job of stealing pillows and leaving them all over the house. I don’t find that particularly useful – every night having to find my pillow before I go to sleep. Schatz does a great job of keeping the squirrels and chipmunks off the front patio, but I can’t say that I find much use to that – although Schatzi most definitely carries on like she is performing a life-saving service. Gig did an awesome job killing moles, but the holes she created when she dug them up sort of cancelled out the helpfulness of killing the mole.

Dogs and humans have been in companionship for around 10,000 years – which is when dogs started appearing in human artwork and in our burial grounds – some ancient dog burials also included grave goods to help the dog on it’s journey to the afterlife. Dogs have been valued and loved by humans for a very long time.

I’ve read numerous articles that state the varying health benefits of dog ownership or even articles that proclaim that when we gaze into our dog’s eyes our bodies release the hormone oxytocin – a chemical that is also released when a mother gazes into her infant’s eyes. I don’t doubt anything that these articles claim. But at the same time I have a hard time thinking about the love for my dog in terms of scientific explanations – it’s just too disconnected for me.

I have a hunch the reason why my dogs have meant so much to me is much more intuitive. Dogs and humans might be two different species but one thing we have in common is we both have a deep-rooted, intrinsic need for connection – to be loved and to love and this is what matters most in life. I value what my dogs show me, by example, each and every day: simple things matter most, spending time with the people that you care about and accepting the world as it is and loving it freely.

Dogs always see the world with ‘fresh eyes’. Jasper can find 50 holes to put his head down at the park and each and every one is just as exciting and new as the first. Life is always exhilarating and fresh for a dog. Dogs live for the moment – not worrying about the future or regretting what they said to the poodle down the street the evening before – they take life as it is. A dog’s trust for his human is unparalleled in the world of human interaction. We humans have to earn another’s trust with time and diligence – a dog’s trust has to be lost over time, as dogs are so forgiving for human slights. The world would definitely be a kinder, friendlier and less judgmental place if humans were more like their dogs.

It is such a human thing to want to know ‘why’. I doubt that any of my dogs ever wonder why they loved me. Score another point for dogs and their mindset of living in the moment. But maybe – just maybe – I am to the point in which it just doesn’t matter so much. Perhaps I need to be more dog-like in this regard and just accept what it is in front of me and let the ‘why’ roll off my back. Whether it matters or not – I do know this – I simply cannot imagine my world without a dog or two or three in it.