In the spring of 2005 Jan was remodeling her building in Corning,California. The roof had just been re-done, all 5,000 square feet of it. Dillon and Ben Hammond were delivering Jan's things from storage on the east coast and had climbed up to the roof to admire the work. The roof was flat and there were sides that surrounded the roof about 3 feet high and a foot wide, made of bricks and tarred on the top. The building is one of the tallest in Corning, at least 30 feet to the roof.Alvero, one of the workmen had let Kirby climb up to the roof and Jan was in the process of asking him to grab Kirby and get him downstairs ,when Kirby decided to jump up on the side of the wall.He turned to face the group as if to say "I'm sorry" and he slowly lost his footing and slipped over the side out of sight. Of course Janice began to scream, Dillon ,Dean and Ben ran down to the street . Kirby could not be found anywhere. Not dead in the street, not on the sidewalk, not in the alley.Gone. Jan was inconsolable, when Alvero runs down to the street with Kirby in his arms .It seems that Kirby fell about 15 feet to the roof /awning over the street, and rolled off that about 15 feet to the street.He was running up the stairs to the roof to find out where everyone was, when Alvero captured him.
Dillon immediately grabbed the dog and guiding Jan ,jumped into Deans' nearby truck .His instructions were clear. To call the vet on the cell, that we'd be there in 15 minutes. Call Dean and tell him we'd commandeered his truck. Dillon drove like a paramedic, prompting Jan to check the dog for a board-like abdomen, for bleeding, check his pupils for neurological signs..keep him awake, observe for bleeding in his mouth.....we got there and they kept 'till 5PM. We worried and fussed and at the end of the day....Kirby , got his name "the Wonder-dog" as he pranced out of the vet, a slight scrape on his chin and otherwise fit as a fiddle!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Dog Quotes
'To err is human to forgive canine'
-Unknown
'Some days you're the dog
Some days you're he hydrant.'
-Unknown
Life is like a dog sled team. If you ain't the lead dog the scenery never changes.
-Lewis Crizzard
-Unknown
'Some days you're the dog
Some days you're he hydrant.'
-Unknown
Life is like a dog sled team. If you ain't the lead dog the scenery never changes.
-Lewis Crizzard
'The Care and Training of a Dog'
A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can't get it by breeding for it, and you can't get it with money. It just happens along.
-EB White
-EB White
The Bench-Legged Fyce
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce
Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.
Some folks called him Sooner, a name that arose
From his predisposition to chronic repose;
But, rouse his ambition, he couldn't be beat -
Yer bet yer he got thar on all his four feet!
Mos' dorgs hez some forte - like huntin' an' such,
But the sports o' the field didn't bother him much;
Wuz just a plain dorg, an' contented to be
On peaceable terms with the neighbors an' me;
Used to fiddle an' squirm, and grunt "Oh, how nice!"
When I tickled the back of that bench-legged fyce!
He wuz long in the bar'l, like a fyce oughter be;
His color wuz yaller as ever you see;
His tail, curlin' upward, wuz long, loose, an' slim -
When he didn't wag it, why, the tail it wagged him!
His legs wuz so crooked, my bench-legged pup
Wuz as tall settin' down as he wuz standin' up!
He'd lie by the stove of a night an' regret
The various vittles an' things he had et;
When a stranger, most likely a tramp, come along,
He'd lift up his voice in significant song -
You wondered, by gum! how there ever wuz space
In that bosom o' his'n to hold so much bass!
Of daytimes he'd sneak to the road an' lie down,
An' tackle the country dorgs comin' to town;
By common consent he wuz boss in St. Joe,
For what he took hold of he never let go!
An' a dude that come courtin' our girl left a slice
Of his white flannel suit with our bench-legged fyce!
He wuz good to us kids - when we pulled at his fur
Or twisted his tail he would never demur;
He seemed to enjoy all our play an' our chaff,
For his tongue 'u'd hang out an' he'd laff an' he'd laff;
An' once, when the Hobart boy fell through the ice,
He wuz drug clean ashore by that bench-legged fyce!
We all hev our choice, an' you, like the rest,
Allow that the dorg which you've got is the best;
I wouldn't give much for the boy 'at grows up
With no friendship subsistin' 'tween him an' a pup!
When a fellow gits old - I tell you it's nice
To think of his youth and his bench-legged fyce!
To think of the springtime 'way back in St. Joe -
Of the peach-trees abloom an' the daisies ablow;
To think of the play in the medder an' grove,
When little legs wrassled an' little han's strove;
To think of the loyalty, valor, an' truth
Of the friendships that hallow the season of youth!
Eugene Field
Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.
Some folks called him Sooner, a name that arose
From his predisposition to chronic repose;
But, rouse his ambition, he couldn't be beat -
Yer bet yer he got thar on all his four feet!
Mos' dorgs hez some forte - like huntin' an' such,
But the sports o' the field didn't bother him much;
Wuz just a plain dorg, an' contented to be
On peaceable terms with the neighbors an' me;
Used to fiddle an' squirm, and grunt "Oh, how nice!"
When I tickled the back of that bench-legged fyce!
He wuz long in the bar'l, like a fyce oughter be;
His color wuz yaller as ever you see;
His tail, curlin' upward, wuz long, loose, an' slim -
When he didn't wag it, why, the tail it wagged him!
His legs wuz so crooked, my bench-legged pup
Wuz as tall settin' down as he wuz standin' up!
He'd lie by the stove of a night an' regret
The various vittles an' things he had et;
When a stranger, most likely a tramp, come along,
He'd lift up his voice in significant song -
You wondered, by gum! how there ever wuz space
In that bosom o' his'n to hold so much bass!
Of daytimes he'd sneak to the road an' lie down,
An' tackle the country dorgs comin' to town;
By common consent he wuz boss in St. Joe,
For what he took hold of he never let go!
An' a dude that come courtin' our girl left a slice
Of his white flannel suit with our bench-legged fyce!
He wuz good to us kids - when we pulled at his fur
Or twisted his tail he would never demur;
He seemed to enjoy all our play an' our chaff,
For his tongue 'u'd hang out an' he'd laff an' he'd laff;
An' once, when the Hobart boy fell through the ice,
He wuz drug clean ashore by that bench-legged fyce!
We all hev our choice, an' you, like the rest,
Allow that the dorg which you've got is the best;
I wouldn't give much for the boy 'at grows up
With no friendship subsistin' 'tween him an' a pup!
When a fellow gits old - I tell you it's nice
To think of his youth and his bench-legged fyce!
To think of the springtime 'way back in St. Joe -
Of the peach-trees abloom an' the daisies ablow;
To think of the play in the medder an' grove,
When little legs wrassled an' little han's strove;
To think of the loyalty, valor, an' truth
Of the friendships that hallow the season of youth!
Eugene Field
Friday, December 26, 2008
A Dog's Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is
more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your
hand between blows, your patience and understanding teach me the
things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as
you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep
falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to the bitter elements. And I ask
no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the
hearth.
Though,had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow
than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land,
for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed
me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your
bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to
protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of
my health or sight,do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold me
gently in your arms as a skilled hand grants me the merciful boon of
eternal rest--and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I
draw, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Beth Norman Harris
more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your
hand between blows, your patience and understanding teach me the
things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as
you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep
falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to the bitter elements. And I ask
no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the
hearth.
Though,had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow
than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land,
for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed
me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your
bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to
protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of
my health or sight,do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold me
gently in your arms as a skilled hand grants me the merciful boon of
eternal rest--and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I
draw, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Beth Norman Harris
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
A True Wonder Dog
Kirby took great care of us. He is number one on my list of favorite dogs. A role model for us all and will remembered forever in Bracken-Lewis-Rodgers history. -Sage
Monday, December 22, 2008
Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
That pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends
So they can run and play.
There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine and our friends
Are warn and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor;
Those who were hurt are made whole and strong again,
Just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing;
They miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops
And looks into the distance
His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins
To run from the group, flying over the green grass, is legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted and when you and you pal finally meet,
You cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face. Your hands again caress that beloved head,
You look once again into those trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life
But never absent from your heart.
It is then you have crossed the Rainbow Bridge together.
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light.
As he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone."
But the sea was a narrow one. On the far shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Flicka, Hamlet, Paka and Junior, Spike, Cecelia, Rhonda and Jed. And also Rogue and Teague, just to name a few. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and at the very moment my companion whispered, "He's gone" A glad bark went up in joyous welcome, here he comes!"
Kirby Remembered
Oh, Janice, He was such a great dog! He can keep an eye on you in Doggie Heaven now! He's your guardian doggie angel! We will all miss him dearly though.-Leah
Kirby is the best, most polite dog in the world. Kirby is a dog that makes one want to have a dog. Kirby must have gotten old ---- but he didn't seem to change. Goodbye Kirby, you good old dog! -Teresa
He was a real tiger sweetheart! Andrea is sad too....-Patty
I'm so sorry to hear about Kirby. I know what a friend he was to you for many many years. Thank you for sharing the photos. Is that "Doc" in some of the photos? I'm glad Kirby didn't suffer but I know he'd be missed by all.-Diana
He was a good, old trooper of a dog, though. He was so
He was a good, old trooper of a dog, though. He was so
obliging and accepting, and I'll never forget his defense of that kitten when Aleigh got married. What a brave little guy! He was lucky to have you as his mama, too. -Jane
What a bummer. Poor Kirb. Loved the pics. I passed them along to Rosa -Juri
So sorry to hear it - so lovely to see his snow fun. What a wonderful life it can be - and was for Kirby, thanks to you. -Laura
What a bummer. Poor Kirb. Loved the pics. I passed them along to Rosa -Juri
So sorry to hear it - so lovely to see his snow fun. What a wonderful life it can be - and was for Kirby, thanks to you. -Laura
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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