Bootsie - Classy Keeper


I've seen a lot of things come and go at this house since I arrived almost fourteen years ago. I miss the sable that preceded me. We were great playmates! I know she is at the Bridge waiting for me. My people called her Muff's Little Lady, or Lady for short. She was the only female in her litter. She taught me things I still use after all these years - how to check for crumbs after every meal; how to watch for grandpa's white meat handout when he cleans a turkey carcass; and how to empty a Christmas stocking for openers.

Where are those blonde headed little girls who were always ready for a game of frisbee with me? I think they have aged along with me. Our house isn't filled with little girl giggles any more. The ribbons, pony tails, and braids are things of the past. I don't understand why they can still hear and see well and I can't. It must be one of the trade-offs of having the luxury of a stylish fur coat for life.

Just about the time I thought I could settle down with all the creature comforts afforded me, mom and dad got a different idea. They started bringing fuzzy fur balls home to raise as assistance dogs. With each pup it was the same routine - they went with mom and dad and I stayed home to catch some uninterrupted sleep. I noticed right away they got more cookies! (My veterinarian keeps me on a very strict diet because I am not in the best of health.) Lady taught me it was proper to train young pups so I did. All modesty aside each, in turn, grew into assistance dogs because of my early guidance. I'm sure I taught them things they will remember for life.

Despite cataracts and signs 
of age, Bootsie poses for the camera.
Charlotte's Sweet Bootsie

There is a real assistance dog in the house now. He's been here about 2 years. This one is special to me because he came trained - no two in the morning potty runs for Lucky - that really upsets a good night's sleep! I didn't have any work to do with this chap. He has figured out that I like my sleep and I'm too old to accept his invitations to play all the time. When I play, it is only for short periods of time.

Maybe this will be my last holiday season. I'll savor my turkey as if it were my last. My life has been blessed with people who love me. Thank you Lady for teaching me to watch for grandpa. That was your best lesson! Do they have crumbs, turkey, and stockings at the Bridge?

Died:  April 28, 1999

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