At the bridge.....
Abby, a.k.a. Boo, a.k.a. Boodawg, a.k.a. Iron-guts

The shelter was in the back woods of Wisconsin, over by Richland Center.  She was so sad, stretching on the bars of the cage,
pleading to go home.  The sad dog was pretty mellow while we did the paperwork.  Then we got into the car.  The REAL dog
suddenly came out, she was racing back and forth across the backseat, yapping the whole time.

We were told by the old vet "20lb max Beagle mix."  As an adult she was in the 60s, at her fattest, in the 70s.  And she was a
bluetick coonhound/treeing walker cross according to a coonhound breeder we met.

She ate EVERYTHING.  Including the cabinets in the kitchen, my lunch money, hand warmers (that was nasty puke!), and who
knows what else.  She was stubborn.  To say she didn't like her nails done was a severe understatement--even sedated she'd
bite.  And that was the only time she got really snotty with people.  She was great with kids, highly trainable (minus anything off
lead...oh what a game THAT was), acted all tough and barked and charged at people passing the house until one day the door
opened when she hit it and she sheepishly wagged up to the people.  She liked the kitties and took great joy in bounding in with a
mighty "Woof!" if they decided to fight.  The favorite was zooming in a figure 8 around the dining room & coffee tables, back
and forth.  She knew about 11 tricks, and when she got too old to lay down and roll over, she sat and spun.  She was so funny.

Then the first grey and white dog came along.  She was unfamiliar with the concept of submission, something Kita demanded, so
they had a couple minor discussions.  Then came Beamer--they got along just fine because neither wanted any trouble.  Then
Bella, then the boys.  They all got along fine.  She became one of the pack, on walks she'd walk out front of the pack and act all
tough--so funny!  Old dogs do learn new tricks, at age 10 she started marking on walks, she'd strut, and she even grew an
undercoat late in life.  THAT was the funniest part. She and Kita learned to tolerate each other ok, though we'd never leave them

She had the neatest coat.  She started off with blue and brown ticking and some brindling wherever there weren't black patches.  
Throughout her life, the black patches were replaced by brindling, then the brindling became silver streaked.  The ticking
lightened up as she got older, too.

At Thanksgiving I was doing a routine 'exam' and found that her lymph nodes were swollen and fairly hard.  A visit to the vet:  
lymphoma.  She wasn't clinical until maybe Christmas when she had a few days where she didn't want to eat.  She went on and
off with eating and had some weaker days but still, not bad.  Then Sunday morning mom called, sparing the details, it was bad.  
So we took the final trip to the vet....

I miss her, she was full of personality.  She'd get the zoomies, especially after a bath, and she'd race around the house.  People
talk about malamute puppies and how awful they can be....that's nothing!  She more than prepared me for the mals, heck, they're
easy in comparison.  She was my first puppy, the first dog I trained myself.  

There will never be another quite like her.
Boo (8yrs) with little buddy Puddy (16 yrs)
Summer 2002