GREASY NO MORE

I have never been too much of a "dog person". Don't get me wrong, I have owned several dogs growing up and have had several since I have been married and the girls were born. It is just that I have never been one of those people who dress their dogs up, or make photo albums of their dogs or especially call them my babies. I don't mind people who do that; it's just not me. Pheobe was our (Jordan's) home run dog. Jordan was in a batting slump in the 6th grade (is that possible in the 6th grade?) and Wes promised her a dog if she made a home run. I know, probably poor parenting. Anyway, a game or two later she hit a triple and kept on going; needless to say the next week we found Phoebe at the Animal Rescue shelter. She had been left by the side of the road near Austin as a puppy and was somewhat scared and timid. Jordan loved her; we all did. But, after a while Pheobe became the scraggly dog in the backyard. She always had this greasy skin problem and Jena's dog Penny used to bite on her ears and pull the hair out of her tail. Don't call the humane society; it got better as time went on. After Penny and Jena left, I got a peekapoo named Rocky. He became the new puppy and got lots of attention. Phoebe tolerated Rocky and Rocky annoyed Phoebe. Soon after that Wes was transfered to Corpus Christi and I was expected to go with him! Jordan had since moved into an apartment and couldn't keep Phoebe with her. Wes and I wondered ALOT about taking Phoebe: how would she do in the heat, how would she even do on the 10+ hour trip, what would we do with her when we traveled back to Amarillo, etc. But, we took both dogs with us and thus my love for Phoebe finally began. Phoebe became my friend, my confidant, she and Rocky went to the mailbox with me everyday, she loved riding in the car to the bank or Sonic and Phoebe did very well in the coastal weather. She continued to have this nasty oily skin problem; so the vet gave her medicine and some great shampoo! Only problem was I had to bath her 3X a week with the shampoo. It is true that you love those you serve. I certainly spent a lot of time serving and shampooing Phoebe. She was the sweetest, mildest, most loving dog I have ever had. Unfortunately Phoebe met with an untimely death last week. How I miss that darn greasy dog. Since funerals and burials are not really my style for canine friends, I thought she might have liked this tribute. Seeya later sweet dog.