One Year Later…in a Dog’s Life

One year ago today some good-hearted rescuers found a living mass of hair tied by a leather belt to crate at a “backyard breeders.” The conditions were as horrific, if not more so, than you see on one of those ASPCA commercials designed to open not just our hearts but our wallets as well.

The Living Mass of Hair
This is what nearly 2 lbs of hair looks like

One of the rescuers’ first stops was a groomer. When the groomer finished removing nearly 2 pounds of hair, she called up the rescuers to report her findings.

Groomer: You’ll never guess what I found under the hair.

Rescuers: A dog?

Groomer: Of course! But you’ll never believe what kind of dog. Its a schnauzer!

Indeed, it was a schnauzer. A salt and pepper schnauzer with all the classic looks and features of a pure bred. Still, questions remained. What was his name? How old was he? Was he a toy schnauzer or a miniature schnauzer who was not being well fed?

In the absence of records, the rescuers estimated his age at five years old and gave him the birthday of December 4, 2015, the same date in 2020 they found and rescued him. Since they didn’t know if he had a name, they gave him one: Ebeneezer. It isn’t clear whether the misspelling of his name was by accident or intention. Nonetheless, it stuck.

He was fostered by a wonderful family about 70 miles from here who fell in love with him and all of his quirks. He was largely uncivilized and they did a great job of doing the basics of house training, giving him regular meals, and loving him up. In February of this year, the foster family chose us to give Ebeneezer a home.

Today, for his birthday, we are taking Ebie to get his one year exam and get his vaccinations updated (yep, everyone has to be vaccinated if they want to live here). I know, not much of a birthday present, huh? Not to worry. He is getting a “bully stick” when we get back. It is hard to believe how far he has come in this past year.

Ebie at approximately 11 or 12 pounds

When he arrived in our home on February 17, he weighed about 11 pounds and we really thought he was a toy schnauzer. He was tiny, quiet, and wandered about wondering if he was really in the right place. That look of wonder didn’t leave his eyes and face for months.

Ebie’s favorite window seat

At the same time, he took comfort in the knowledge that we had food, soft places to rest, chewys to keep him occupied, and windows sills for him to perch and watch the world go by.

Overtime the wonder wore off and he settled into his new home. He began to eat better and slowly his weight increased. Today he weighs between 16 and 17 pounds which officially qualifies him as miniature schnauzer.

Ebie’s graduation photo. Did we get the tassle on the right side?

Recently Ebie achieved a milestone by graduating from his first obedience class. He has learned the fundamentals of sit, watch me, wait, and leave it. The “come” command is, well, coming along. He is also learning a bit of Spanish. He is responding quite nicely to “vamos” (let’s go) when we are out on walks.

All of this to say…isn’t it amazing the difference a year can make? At this time last year we were beginning to recognize that we were losing Dolly, the dog we were sure was going to be our last dog, only six months after losing Madison. Both were also rescues and both were well over 14 years old (human years, that is). As hard as it was to let them go, it was their times.

Only a few weeks after we let Dolly go and we had agreed that we would have no more dogs, Ebeneezer appeared in PetFinder and one of us was smitten. Okay, but the other is a real sucker for lost causes and he had not seen a cause any more lost for a while than that dog.

Today Ebie is a part of our home and we are a part of his pack. He goes everywhere he can with us and we are happy to have him. He still has many of the same quirks and weirdities that he had when he arrived in our home. He loves to sit in or watch out windows and check out the neighborhood. He goes to bed really early. He “talks” to us (no, not barking but making a weird high pitched sound like he is trying to form words). Of course, he mostly talks in the morning when he gets up at…sigh…sunrise, which isn’t quite so bad now that it’s winter.

Ebie – Happy at Home – but not wanting his early bedtime disturbed.

For Ebie, a year makes a huge difference in his life. For all of us a year does make a big difference, though sometimes it isn’t that dramatic and so we don’t see it. When we don’t see it, we often miss it. Even worse, we miss the opportunity to enjoy and appreciate it. As we close out this year and look forward to 2022, let’s keep alert to all that lies ahead. Let’s not miss out on what the coming year brings us.

June 14, 2020 – Letting Go

Today is June 14, 2020 and American Flag Day. American history reports that Elizabth Griscom Ross (aka Betsy Ross) sewed the first American flag. Quaker history reports that she grew up in a Quaker family. However, she married outside the faith (eloping with John Ross who was a member of the Church of England) and was expelled from the Religious Society of Friends. (Yes, we did that at one point.) Ross was not, however, a seamstress. She was an upholsterer.

Letting go

With 115,521 deaths today in the U.S. from COVID-19 many people have experienced the trauma of letting go of a loved one. There is a sorrow that comes with death unlike any other. That sorrow is magnified so much more when it is impossible to be by the side of your loved one in that moment of transition from this life. Sadly there have been too many people lost in this pandemic and too many who have had to let go from a distance. In writing the next few lines I am deeply aware of these realities.

We are letting go this week of one of the Girls, Madison. We took her to the veterinary yesterday to learn why she seemed to be having difficulty walking and was losing weight. Madison is a geriatric dog so her symptoms were not really surprising. She is 14 and a half in human years at least. She may be older, in fact, we suspect she is. We never saw her records because she was a rescue from a puppy mill in Ohio. Our investigation suggested she was at least three years old when she came to us. Geriatric or not, we felt like something wasn’t right and we wanted to have her checked out.


At first, the vet thought it was osteo-arthritis and simply muscle atrophy, which is common in older dogs. Then he did a blood test. The blood test prompted him to do an ultrasound. Then he delivered the news. “It’s her time,” he said. “There is nothing I can do for her. So she is not in pain, I recommend you wait no longer than a week.” He explained in further detail that she was severely anemic, a mass had formed within her, and she was bleeding internally. “It’s her time.”

Madison is not the dog that was supposed to leave us already. Dolly has been contending with Cushing’s Disease and was, in fact, not supposed to live past last July. However, a growth discovered inside her last year was benign and she is still very much alive. This news about Madison came as a shock.

We aren’t sure that it is a shock to Dolly though. We got her a year after Madison and have strong evidence that she is one of Madison’s first pups. For the past several days, before taking Madison to the vet, we noticed that Dolly was staying especially close to Madison. Dogs know stuff, don’t they?

We are making arrangements for Peaceful Passage to come on Friday afternoon to help Madison leave and help us let go. COVID-19 restrictions means that the vet cannot come into our house so we’ll have to prepare to say good-bye to her in the garage. We are grateful that Madison came to our home, we are incredibly sad that she is leaving now, and, yet, we will get to be with her when she does.

In the human world it appears that part of the new normal will be that we cannot be with our family members when they die. This a cruel reality of the pandemic. To those who have already lost loved ones in this time and to those who are to experience it, we wish it were not.

chickenman – episode 58

Chickenman makes his way to Fargo, North Dakota to deliver a basket of groceries and a TV Guide to his mother.

Day 34 – Stories of COVID-19 and Sheltering-In-Place

We couldn’t stand it any more. We could both smell them and we didn’t want to be near them. It was time. So I prepared the water and the soap, and Clemencia rounded up Dolly first. The Girls got a bath! (What? You thought I was referring to Bert and Ernie? No way! They are doing fine…unwashed for 33 days and counting!)

Saturday, April 18, 2020 – Live to Blog from the Bath

Dolly and Madison Come Clean

The great thing about sheltering-in-place is that we get to do all those things we should be doing more regularly but usually don’t because we think we’ve got better things to do. Bathing the dogs is one of those tasks that becomes unavoidable when we can’t leave the house. We did avoid it for five weeks but that seemed as far as I could push it. “Would you like to help me give the Girls a bath?” was Clemencia’s siren call that I could not resist. Nor would it be wise for me to resist any longer.

Madison enjoying her post bath treat while giving me the stink eye for bathing her.

The Girls are pretty good about getting baths though it is not their favorite way to spend a Saturday. Today I got the water at just the right temperature and I think they found it quite soothing and relaxing. You know how dogs, when they are getting a bath, always seem to the do the wet dog shake from head to toe at just the wrong moment? It only happened once today…with Madison…who is usually looking for a way to best me anyway.

From what we have learned, we believe Madison is Dolly’s mother. Both were rescues from of a “backyard breeder” puppy mill in Ohio. The breeder specialized in parti-colored miniature schnauzers. In this case they are “liver” and white. “Liver” – what a horrible name for a color! (Great with onions though!)

Miniature schnauzers are considered to be hypoallergenic dogs because they shed very little and their coats are generally safe for people with allergies. This is because they have hair rather than fur. Madison’s hair is extremely fine, soft, and full. In fact, it feels almost like fluffy cotton balls. Dolly has the more traditional miniature schnauzer hair – is it short and a bit wiry, kind of like mine these days.

Madison came to us in 2008. She had been, from what we could learn before she “disappeared” from the breeder’s website, the star breeder. Her disposition is incredibly sweet and her coloring is beautiful. We suspect she was so popular because of the color and composition of her hair. She was bred nonstop from the earliest age possible. Her pups were sold at a premium, probably to pet shops. She had been over-bred by December of 2007 and her uterus prolapsed. She nearly died birthing her last litter and they had to be taken surgically. She was of no more use to the breeder and so was scheduled to be put down. However, the dog rescue was able to convince the breeder to let them take her and find her a new home. They agreed, spayed her, scrubbed her AKC records, and she was removed (shortly after we got her) from their website.

When we met Madison, we did not pick her. She picked us. Actually, she picked Clemencia. We were sitting on the floor and she walked over to Clemencia, licked her face, and then stood guard – not allowing any of the other dogs to get close to her. That was all it took.

Dolly enjoying her post-bath treat while Madison stands by…in case Dolly leaves anything behind.

A year later we went back to get Dolly from the same rescue. Clemencia had found her on the rescue’s website and fell in love with her. Dolly was about a year, maybe two, younger than Madison. Because we were given no paperwork from the breeder, we’ve never known their ages for sure. On the website she also looked very much like Madison. Clemencia, Madison, and I made the trip to see Dolly. However, we didn’t recognize her as the dog on the website. She was an incredibly homely dog and looked nothing like that dog and nothing like Madison. But Madison recognized her. She went to her and began to care for her like a mother cares for one of her pups. Again, Madison made the choice by choosing the only dog in the room that was likely one of her first puppies.

We later found other evidence of their mother/daughter relationship. First, there was their names – Dolly and Madison. Dolly’s name was originally spelled “Dolley” on the paperwork. They were named, apparently, after the former First Lady, whose name was spelled the same. We don’t believe their names were a coincidence. Then Clemencia’s research found that Madison had been bred to Dolly’s father. And, finally, we watched their interaction. It was, from the beginning, very loving and they have always been inseparable. In our minds, all of this says they are mother and daughter and that is how they are introduced.

Like any rescue animals, Madison and Dolly came to us with “issues.” Neither knew how to play and, to this day, they play very little. Both had been debarked by the breeder and they had all the other things done to them to give them the unique miniature schnauzer look. We call Madison a “pillow” because her favorite thing to do is to lay next to either of us or sit on our laps (well, more accurately, mostly Clemencia’s lap). Dolly is more high strung and anxious. We believe she had been maltreated by children because she gets very anxious and frightened around them. Hence, we have always made sure she has maintained “social distance” from children. Dolly is considered “my” dog because she is more inclined to hang out with me than with Clemencia…though she is usually – even as I write this – laying near Clemencia as she works in her office.

By the way, Dolly has become a beautiful dog. We don’t know if that is because she has physically become more beautiful or if she has become more beautiful in our eyes. I suspect it is a little bit of both.

Madison is 14 now and Dolly is soon to be 13. Over a year ago Dolly was diagnosed with Cushing’s disease and has been on daily medication for it. However, the medication only postpones the inevitable for about 3 years. We are watching her slowly deteriorate and know that it will not be long before she will need to leave us. Our commitment to our pets has always been death with dignity and without pain when the time comes. This is part of the Iowa and Colombia farm ethic we both grew up with. When we know the time is near, and before she suffers, we will call our friends at Peaceful Passage, and let her go as we hold her in our arms of love, comfort, and appreciation. Wouldn’t it be nice if we humans could transition with so little pain and yet so much dignity and grace?

Coffee with Alonzo and Starlee

We started our Saturday morning with Alonzo and Starlee again over coffee on Zoom. We’ve decided to make this a standing weekly engagement since none of us are going anywhere on Saturdays for a while. We talked bidets again only briefly but long enough to let them know we had been inspired by them and had ordered our own. For fun, we explored the topics of epidemiology, why some people test negative for COVID-19 yet still have the symptoms (is the test bad?), how to determine if public figures have a particular psychopathology or are just intrinsically evil, and comparisons of COVID-19 infection rates and death rates in their part of the world and ours. Overall, a very light conversation indeed! Next week we’ll try to be much more serious. Promise.

The Adventures of Chickenman – Episode 3

Chickenman (Benton Harbor) has a problem with his costume and needs the assistance of Ms. Helfinger (the Commissioner’s receptionist). Tune in to find out what happens when Ms. Helfinger tries to fix the Winged Warrior’s costume with Scotch tape.

SCTV Presents High-Q

Here’s a great weekend treat from Toronto’s Second City comedy troupe from their television show appropriately titled SCTV. This sketch appears to have come out of it’s first season, in 1976 and 1977. Each of the cast members you see in this clip went on to fame as actors and comedians. See if you can recognize them!

Stay safe, be well, keep calm, keep washing your hands, keep wearing your mask, and keep valuing the pets in your life for joy and love offer, especially in difficult times.


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