COOKIE'S & LADY'S STORIES

I loved Cookie as any true dog lover would love a
dog, but getting Cookie was a prime example of
getting a dog too soon after losing one that was as
important to me as Ginger was.  After Ginger's
death, I became deeply depressed (or as depressed
as an eleven-year-old could get.)  I lost all interest
in doing things with Mom and my Grandmother
without even thinking that they also suffered a loss
when Grandpa died earlier that year.  Mom thought
we needed another dog immediately to help me get
over losing Ginger.  So, along came Cookie.  Cookie
also came from the Humane Society as did Ginger
and Skippy.

I reacted to Cookie as any person who cared about
dogs would react to a cute, furry little puppy.  I
played with her and gave her as much attention as I
could, but something was missing.  I just couldn't
relate to Cookie as I had to Ginger.  Cookie was a
little demon that got into everything and destroyed
a lot of my toys.  This was my first lesson that
puppies had to be patiently taught how to behave.  
With Ginger this all seemed to come naturally as we
spent all our time together.  Ginger learned tricks
and behaviors because I played with her
constantly.  I didn't spend that kind of time with
Cookie.  When I got home from school there was
always homework and chores to do.  Cookie spent a
lot of time alone.

As Cookie got older I did give her more time, but it
was probably too late.  Even though she responded
to my attention, she wasn't quite herself.  Mom,
herself, got a little Chihuahua (see Princess I later
on this Website) and even though Cookie got along
well with Princess, she still craved people
attention.  I was in school most of the time and
didn't notice that Cookie was getting sick.  She died
in her sleep one night.  All these years later I
realize that none of us saw the signs.  The signs all
pointed to a Cancer of some type.

Lesson learned here.  Never get a dog as a
replacement for one lost unless you feel really sure
that total commitment is there.  As the years went
by and I got a lot older, I began to feel I could
open myself to more than one dog at a time.  I am
very thankful for this because now I can give
myself to a large number of dogs at the same time
and still realize that each and every one is an
individual that deserves 100%.

LADY

Lady was also a reddish-brown terrier type dog.  
She was quite a bit smaller that Cookie.  Lady was
only with us a short time.  She appeared on our
doorstep one day ready to give birth.  My
Grandmother took her in and cared for her.  After
the pups were born my Grandmother became very
close to Lady, and Lady to her.  Lady would follow
her everywhere.  We were able to find good homes
for all the puppies and made plans to have Lady
spayed.  However, one day when Grandma was
taking the trash out, Lady followed her as she
always did.  Grandma forgot to close the gate to the
backyard and went into the house to check on
something she was cooking.  When she went to see
where Lady was, she found the open gate and Lady
was gone.  Grandma was heartbroken.  We all
searched for weeks after this happened.  We put up
signs and checked the dog pound daily in the hope
that she would get picked up or turned in.  We felt
that she ended up on someone else's doorstep just as
she did ours, and that the people kept her.  At least
we all hoped that this is what happened.

I realize that accidents do happen, but after this I
became much more safety conscious.
Cookie thought she was one of
Rosie's kittens.  
Cookie playing with Rosie's
kitten, Rusty..  
This is Cookie as she got a little
older.  
Cookie and me.  
Cookie and little Princess.
(See Next Story)
This is me with Cookie, Princess,
and Rusty.  
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PRINCESS 1's STORY
This is Cookie as a puppy with
our cat, Rosie.