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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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I lived in Arkansas for two years when I was in my early twenties. At one point, the cutest black and white hound dog came into my life. He was about six months old and had HUGE paws and the most juicy jowls of any dog I'd met. I named him Jethro, because, well, he WAS a Jethro. I wish that I had one of my old photos of him scanned so that I could post it here.
Jethro and I were best buds. He could read my thoughts, so verbal communication was not necessary.
We had no fence and Jethro would hang out inside or our "around" the house. He never went far. But he must have done some neighborly visiting, because we accumulated a fine collection of socks, boots and dolls that he brought home from somewhere...
This sweet, sweet hound was a fine gentleman and took good care of the women in the neighborhood. The neighbor who lived behind us told us that when she left our house to go home, Jethro would walk her to her fence, then turn around and go back home. Another neighbor - an elderly woman - told us that when she walked to the grocery store down the street, Jethro would walk her there, wait for her, and walk her home.
Jethro left us for the big doggy heaven over 20 years ago.
God, I loved that dog (I write with tears running down my cheeks).
Now
This is Buddha.
He's waiting for my friend and me, because he won't go anywhere if either Mr. CarolForPeace or I lag behind.
I lived in Arkansas for two years when I was in my early twenties. At one point, the cutest black and white hound dog came into my life. He was about six months old and had HUGE paws and the most juicy jowls of any dog I'd met. I named him Jethro, because, well, he WAS a Jethro. I wish that I had one of my old photos of him scanned so that I could post it here.
Jethro and I were best buds. He could read my thoughts, so verbal communication was not necessary.
We had no fence and Jethro would hang out inside or our "around" the house. He never went far. But he must have done some neighborly visiting, because we accumulated a fine collection of socks, boots and dolls that he brought home from somewhere...
This sweet, sweet hound was a fine gentleman and took good care of the women in the neighborhood. The neighbor who lived behind us told us that when she left our house to go home, Jethro would walk her to her fence, then turn around and go back home. Another neighbor - an elderly woman - told us that when she walked to the grocery store down the street, Jethro would walk her there, wait for her, and walk her home.
Jethro left us for the big doggy heaven over 20 years ago.
God, I loved that dog (I write with tears running down my cheeks).
Now
This is Buddha.He's waiting for my friend and me, because he won't go anywhere if either Mr. CarolForPeace or I lag behind.
Buddha has been in our family for eleven years. When we went looking for him, I knew that we would either find a Gandhi or a Buddha. As we arrived at the shelter, a sweet black puppy with a spotted white chest was so excited to see us that we had to check him out. The woman at the shelter brought him out of his little cage and he sat down, leaning back against her and crossing his paws over his belly. The woman, without knowing my ideas for a name, said "Oh, look at the little Buddha!"
So, of course, we brought him home where he belonged and named him Buddha. He IS a Buddha after all.
Now this elder wise dog reads my thoughts so no verbal communication is necessary. He is my hiking buddy. He is my shadow, following me EVERYWHERE I go. He will do anything to please me. He teaches me to let go of things and to be in the moment. He is deep in my heart. Every morning, he sits right in front of me with a very serious look and expects his neck massage, which I very willingly give him for as long as he wants.
God, I love this dog (I write with tears running down my cheeks.)
So, of course, we brought him home where he belonged and named him Buddha. He IS a Buddha after all.
Now this elder wise dog reads my thoughts so no verbal communication is necessary. He is my hiking buddy. He is my shadow, following me EVERYWHERE I go. He will do anything to please me. He teaches me to let go of things and to be in the moment. He is deep in my heart. Every morning, he sits right in front of me with a very serious look and expects his neck massage, which I very willingly give him for as long as he wants.
God, I love this dog (I write with tears running down my cheeks.)
posted by Carol at 8:03 AM
17 Comments:
Ahhhh Carol...
You're my buddha today. Compassion and kindness abounds.
Hey Gary,
:-)
Regarding compassion and kindness... it's all about where you focus your attention, isn't it?
May you have a buddhaful day!
Awwwww!
Buddha (dog) rules!
What a sweetie. This post is particularly poignant for me today as my friend Dorsey in Denver just lost her standard poodle, Orzo. He was 13 and just the best dog-- he was my Kaylee's first friend when I brought her home from Dumb Friends League. Give Mr Buddha a big hug from Minnesota.
Liz
Mr. Buddha told me that when dogs go to doggy heaven, they are just fine, so not to be sad. I believe that they're fine, but I know that when Buddha goes there, it will feel like there's a big hole inside me.
Sending soothing thoughts for the hole that Dorsey probably feels right now...
Mr. Buddha has been sufficiently hugged - and he passes it back to Kaylee (sorry that your friend is gone.)
Two wonderful doggie friends, Carol.
Jethro and Buddha are the kind of doggies I like...as long as they do not chase kitty cats. OK?
Yes, Nick, out of all of the dogs that have lived with me, those two are the best.
Alex, I never saw Jethro around cats, but I'm sure that if I told him to be nice, he would. Buddha lives with a 19 year old kitty and he doesn't chase her. He and Ms Kitty have a mutual respect thing going.
Lucky Carol, blessed by Jethro, then Buddha--two mind-reading dogs whose unconditional love move you to tears.
And I love the picture of you and your friend catching up with the every-patient Buddha.
Thanks San!
Patient Buddha - he's my teacher.
True companions of the canine kind and you have been lucky twice. My dear friend is my dads companion, Tess, a black lab... supportive loving and always close by. I know my dad is in good company whenever I can't be with him. This was lovely Carol. :o)
Daffy,
Black labs are my favorite. That's what we were looking for when Buddha called out and told us that HE was the one who was supposed to live with us. I'm glad that your dad has Tess.
Hi Carol. I'm just stopping in to see if a new post is up, but it's nice to see the Buddha one again.
I hope you're feeling good.
I just noticed I wrote "every-patient" in my comment a few days ago. You are ever-patient to put up with such inane typos. You must be part Buddha.
;-D
Hi San!
I just came to the computer, thinking that MAYBE today I could write a post. I just haven't been able to muster up the something or other to do one lately. So it was good to see you here and know that I'm remembered when I have been so lax in writing.
Thank you for you nice wishes. I haven't been feeling so great, but what is there to do???
Re: the typo... It's nice to share our human-ness. :-)
nice story
Hey Chica,
Thanks! And thanks for stopping by. I recognize you as a friend of Nick's.
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