My Pet Tag: Bowie

I found this tag that Jessica Rachow did on her blog and thought it was so cute! If you haven’t checked out her blog yet, please do. You can meet her beautiful pup Cheyenne!

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1. What is your pets name?

Her name is Bowie.

 

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Bowie – Early November

 

2. What kind of pet is it and what breed?

She’s a border collie puppy.

 

3. How long have you had your pet friend?

Bowie was born on September 12th, 2017. So, about 11 weeks.

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4. How did you get your pet?

Bowie was born from Cynder and Winston’s first litter.

 

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Bowie 5-6 weeks old

 

5. How old is your pet?

She’s about 11 weeks old.

6. What are some quirky things about your pets personality?

She’s your typical pup I suppose. If she gets into the bathrooms, she’ll snag the toilet paper and shred it all over the house. She’s already stolen ornaments off the Christmas tree too. A cute thing she does is steal Winston’ s bone or even his toys. He doesn’t like to share and it’s taking him forever to get used to her. She’s really smart and runs the toys into our bedroom under the bed where the big dogs won’t go.

 

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Bowie with Dad (Winston)

 

-She tries to jump on the couch repeatedly and flips herself upside down in the process.

-She gets zoomies after her baths and runs all over the house.

-When I ask her to sit for her treat, she sits, but after I give her a treat she slides to the ground because she’s fairly lazy like Winston.

 

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Bowie today

 

 

7. What does your relationship with your pet mean to you?

Everything. We love all of our pets and I don’t know what I’d do without them. Each one is unique in their own way and they all amaze me.

 

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Bowie with Mom (Cynder)

 

8. What are some of your favorite past times with your pet?

-Every morning after she’s gone outside we head into our mudroom to let her eat. She’s so silly. She’ll do tricks for morsels of food even though there’s a whole bowl of food sitting there.

-We love taking them on runs too. I like to jog outside and it’s fun letting her run alongside me. She’s pretty good about staying with me.

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9. What are nicknames that you call your pet?

It seems like everyone in the house has their own name for her. I call her Bo, Bo’s, and Bowie. Yesterday I called her Bobo which was weird. My husband calls her Bowsters. My kids call her BowieBowieBowie. She has many variations!


 

There are so many pets I’d like to get to know. I’m going to go ahead and tag some people, but don’t feel pressured to do the tag if you don’t want to. I’ll be honest and say I have the worst brain fog and I bet I’m forgetting someone which is never my intention. So, if you want to do this tag, please do! You are tagged. I would love to know more about your pet.

 

I TAG:

Nel

Vanessa

James

Roda

Abbey

Carla

Waking up on the wrong side of 50


Thanks for checking out this tag. Do you have anything you’d like to share about your pets? Please feel free to leave comments below. ❤

 

 

 

 

Lost – A True Story…

I told the kids to let you both out. It was a busy day and I had no time for anything. I was a little stressed and hadn’t managed my time very well that day.

I’m not sure how much time went by, maybe ten or fifteen minutes, but I realized you weren’t in the house. I realized that I forgot you guys were even outside.

I opened the door and you were nowhere to be found. I called you both and a minute later Winston came running up to the house from the woods, black and murky from head to tail.

I knew you guys either ran to the pond or maybe the ditch. Judging from the fish water smell, I guessed the ditch because the stench was almost unbearable. But, why weren’t you coming home?

I wasn’t surprised that Winston ran home so fast. He’s a home boy, but not you. You’re one of those dogs you see in the commercials on TV, running through fields of freedom, a hard working dog that can run all day without a break. Like the hard working dog on the Sesame Street video from when I was a kid.**

I continued to call for you and by that point, I started to panic. From the look on everyone’s face, it was obvious what they were thinking. I’d really screwed up this time. Where had you gone?

My first thought in my mind was that if someone found you, we’d never get you back. All it would take is one look in those big brown eyes. You’d be gone forever. How could I have done this?

We called and called and clapped our hands. All was quiet. We checked the pond and walked to the ditch. You weren’t anywhere in sight. I knew if you heard us calling your name, you’d bark. You always do that to let us know you heard us. I realized you must’ve been really far, but where?

I hopped in the car and began to drive. I realized that I’d been so busy, we never got a chance to play Frisbee with you guys. It was still cold out too. Why didn’t I take the time to run you out today? Had you eaten? Shoot, you didn’t even have your identification collar on.

I drove all over from block to block looking for you. I glanced over at every field. It was sunny, but cold, and absolutely nobody on the road. I pulled over and got out. I called for you. After about twenty minutes, the tears started. I began to panic.

I continued to drive. I was hysterical and the tears were flooding my eyes to the point where I couldn’t see well. I pulled over and began to pray. “Please God, bring her home. I screwed up. I’m so mad at myself. Please bring her home safe. Please, God, don’t take her from me.”

It was 3:45pm and at that point it had been over a half hour. The humane society closes at 4pm daily and I needed to call to report that you were lost, otherwise they wouldn’t know to watch for you.

First, I called animal control and left a message. When I called the Humane Society I could barely hear the guy. There were so many dogs barking in the background. I couldn’t describe you to the man. I was losing it and entered a totally panicked state.

I gave him your description through my broken voice. “She’s a black and white border collie, 2 years old, on the smaller side.” He asked your name and that’s when I really lost it. He told me, “We’ll call if she shows up or we hear from somebody.” I could hear the reassurance in his voice, but it still didn’t comfort me.

I had to call mom. Who else could I call? I knew she would ask me why I left you out. She would ask, “How did you forget?” She loves you too.

I told her the truth, that I was too busy doing other things. My mind was lost somewhere between the internet and washing clothes. I cried and couldn’t sit still. I wasn’t breathing right. I paced around the house.

We probably had about forty five minutes of daylight left. I began thinking about the boy that showed up late one night last fall and asked us if he could look around our property for his dog. That night I was thinking, “that poor guy.” Now, I might be in those shoes.

As my mind kept analyzing what to do next, mom was talking into the phone, but I was barely processing anything she was saying. I couldn’t concentrate. Every word went in one ear and out the other.

I started thinking about what life would be like without you. I’d miss your herding behaviors around the house. You wouldn’t be at my feet anymore. No more hugs and smiles. You’re the only dog I know that truly smiles.

As I stood in the hallway with my back to the door, I began to put my shoes back on. I was going to have to drive some more. I wasn’t coming back home without you. I had plans to start asking door to door.

I went to open the door and there you were. I could see you standing just behind the glass in the door. My heart dropped into my stomach. I let out a long sigh.

You were so dirty and had icicles hanging off your fur. While I’d been panicking, you were running free and having the time of your life. I knew you must’ve been swimming in the ditch. I bet it was really fun for you, all that freedom.

When I brought you in and saw the mess, I knew it would take hours to get you clean. You had burrs throughout your whole coat of fur. You were shaking and breathing hard. I was so happy to see you. I wasn’t mad at you.

I put you in the tub and began cleaning you up. I continued to cry and was still very angry with myself. I thanked God repeatedly for helping you find your way home. It was a close call and it was going to take me awhile to get over this, even though you were home. I was so thankful.

I enjoyed every minute of grooming you that day. I appreciated every second of it. I stopped to reflect on just how much you meant to me. I reminded myself that this incident could never happen again.

Every time I bathe you, I think about that day, the day we almost lost you. I won’t ever forget it, Cynder Rae. I’m not going to screw up like that again. I’ll be sure to remember your Frisbee time from now on too.

-Mischenko

 

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