YOGI

As I continue sharing about the dogs in my life, I’d love to share Yogi with you. He is a Golden Retriever born in March of 2011 in the great state of Colorado. His forever family lived in California (they had already moved here from CO) so Yogi took a plane ride to meet up with them.

My first walk with Yogi was in June of 2018 and he immediately stole my heart.

Yogi and I first started walking just a half hour but it became abundantly clear within a short time that 30 minutes was just not enough for this energetic guy. We increased our time together to one full hour and that seemed to be perfect for Yogi.

When I first arrive at his house, Yogi brings me a toy so we can play for a minute or so. We don’t just rush into the walk. We greet one another, we get/give lovin’ and share toys. Sometimes, he’ll even lay back in his bed as if to tell me we could just stay home and cuddle but I know after a short time, he’ll still want to walk so we get ourselves leashed up and off we go.

To keep things fresh and exciting for Yogi, we take different routes. He has a few favorites, as do I, but we mix it up quite often. Most times we include some hill therapy and then have a photo session at the crest. While he doesn’t mind the hills, he isn’t always thrilled getting his picture taken. None-the-less, Yogi obliges me in my efforts to keep a photographic file of our time together.

Even though Yogi is one of my bigger dogs and a bit older, he does not let that hinder our progress. He is definitely on a mission when we are outside. He barely pees, he almost never poops (because he can do both of those activities in the privacy of his own back yard) and he doesn’t even really stop much to sniff. He wants to walk. He wants to walk, walk, walk. I think his goal is to be my ‘greatest distance covered’ client. Each week we walk about 3.5 miles in our one-hour allotment. On several occasions, when we run, we can even get upwards of 4.5 miles.

My greatest story with Yogi is the day in early December of last year when we decided it was a great day for a run. We were nearing the end of our time together at nearly 4 miles. I had his leash in my right hand and he was leading the pack (all two of us). I’m pretty sure he was smiling at the time because life was good and we were immensely enjoying our time outside. However, as I was making great strides in my run, I tripped over a raised spot on the sidewalk and down I went. I fell hard because we were clocking less than 10 minutes per mile. First, I went down on my knees and then the upper section of my body landed hard on the pavement with nothing to stop me but my left arm. Needless to say, the leash fell out of my hand and Yogi was free and clear. He is such an awesome dog, however, that he immediately ran right back to me and stood by my side. I was dazed, confused and hurt. A woman driving by saw what happened and stopped to offer assistance. At first, she was standing far away asking if I needed help. Clearly, I needed help and I couldn’t understand why she was staying at a distance. Then I realized that Yogi was standing guard over me and she was afraid. I then told her he was friendly and she began helping me. As it turns out, I nearly passed out from pain and I vomited. My husband was called. The police were called. The EMTs were called. All the while, Yogi was by my side.

It has been three months since that painful fall and I’ve mostly healed. Retelling the story gives me chills all over again. I was physically hurt and anxious about the fall but it could have been so much worse. Yogi could have run off without me and he could have gotten hurt or lost and my heart would have been broken. But he was so good and apparently inherently knew that something bad had happened and his protective guard dog instinct kicked in immediately. What a gift and blessing Yogi has been to me for more than 9 months and especially on that day in early December when he came to my rescue at the exact moment I needed him.

Thank you, Yogi. You are so precious to me. 💖

  

Young Yogi

Sweet Boy

Happy Yogi

Running Yogi

Golfing Yogi

Little Dolly Anna ...

Scott's Aunt Betty wanted to give us a gift. She was an avid dog lover and bred Pomeranian dogs. One day she offered us the opportunity to take one of her puppies home with us. We were thrilled and decided we'd take the one she'd named Dolly Anna. She was tiny and oh so cute. Aunt Betty lived in Southern California so we flew down to pick up Dolly once she'd reached the age of weaning. 

Aunt Betty came to the airport to pick us up and she brought Dolly with her. I decided, as the mom, it was my job to hold the puppy as we made our way back to the house. In the process, the poor little puppy was so nervous that she vomited on me. I was terribly bothered by this. Apparently, I was not ready for a dog and all that came with it so when we left southern Cal to fly home, we left the precious little puppy with Aunt Betty. (Now keep in mind, the puppy vomited on my jacket and I proceeded to get sick myself. I could not roll down the window because Aunt Betty had them locked to be child proof. So I could feel it and I could smell it and it made me sick as well as the poor little dog being sick.)

Aunt Betty decided to keep Dolly. I think she must have known that at some point we’d be ready to take her, and that is exactly what happened. During the next few months I was so sad and upset with myself. I quickly realized that I really did want a puppy and I wanted Dolly. I ended up traveling back south to try again. This time, because she was older and more worldly, Dolly didn’t get car sick and neither did I. I put Dolly in an animal carrier and headed to the airport.

While in flight, my poor little puppy got sick – in both directions. I guess she was really nervous and scared. She pooped in her kennel and then of course stepped in it so she had poop on her little paws. Then she vomited. I felt so bad for her. She was so scared. I asked the flight attendant if I could take her out and clean her up. I then took her to the bathroom to attempt a cleaning. The poor little thing was clinging to me, me being the only familiar thing at the moment. I ended up with yucky stuff on my white blouse and pants. When I emerged from the bathroom I could tell that I didn’t smell good either. The flight attendant gave me some perfume to use. Thank goodness it was a short one hour flight.

I brought Dolly home to live with us and it was one of the best decisions of my life. She was the sweetest dog and we loved her so very much. She was fun and playful and so easy to care for. We taught her tricks. We could walk her off leash. She never gave us one moment of worry.

She brought so much joy to our lives and our home. I always said her goal in life was to please us. She was forever the perfect little dog.

One day, when she was just 11 years old she came in the house from being out on our deck and she was acting funny. She had a little froth at her mouth and simply collapsed right in front of me. We rushed her to the vet and within minutes, they had her hooked up to monitors. To this day, we don’t know exactly what happened. But in a mere two hours we were driving away from the vet, without our precious Dolly. The doctors tried saving her. They first assumed a bee sting and that she’d gone into anaphylactic shock. Then the thought was perhaps she’d been bit by a spider. When they came out to tell us she was not responding to any treatment we went into the room to see her. She lay lifeless on the table, her little body seemingly even smaller than usual. We touched all her pressure points – her foot pads, her ears, her tail – but there was absolutely no response or reaction. My heart was breaking and all I could do was look at Scott and tell him I couldn’t do it. Her heart was still beating simply because they had her hooked up to a machine. I couldn’t tell them to turn off the machine. It was just too much to ask. My brave and wonderful husband made the decision and asked them to let her go. We were beyond confused over the events. Our only guess is that she had a stroke. She’d spent 11 years going out on that deck with never a problem. I still don’t know what was different about that day and I guess it will remain a mystery. All I know for certain is that she was the cutest little baby girl dog ever and that she brought tremendous joy to our lives for nearly 11 years and that we were devastated by her death. We simply weren’t ready. We didn’t have time to prepare and were caught completely by surprise. It was a terribly sad day in our home and remained so for quite some time.

I hear about the Rainbow Bridge and I hope it is true. Perhaps one day I will see my sweet Dolly once again.

Dolly Anna Righter – February 17, 1990 – July 6, 2001

Dolly in a variety of activities