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about 3 months ago (i really need to get this blogging thing together) i came across  a wire-haired terrier posted on the snooty giggles facebook page.  we had lost wilson about 2 months earlier and my terrier defenses were at a very low point.  i tried to put him out of my mind for a few days but finally sent shawn a text to find out his story.  snooty giggles ended up with pow because a cherry eye had him slated for euthanasia at the shelter he was in…it was only after taking him into the program that it was found that he had luxating patellas in both knees and both required surgery. 


pow came to us a few days after his first knee surgery as a “foster” and he’s been here since.   after 3 surgeries and about 11 weeks of restrictions he’s finally been able to start living a little in the last few weeks and we’re happy to announce that he is now officially a colella.

he seems aptly named pow wow…the name fits him and because we can’t give up calling him “mr. wow” he’s keeping it.  by now i’m sure you know what a fan of terriers i am and pow is the terrieriest terrier i think i’ve ever come across.  his ratio of sweet and loving to shitheaded and terrorizing is pretty much 50:50.  he walked in and immediately acted like he owned the joint and i have no doubt he actually will in short time. 

he and estelle adore each other…


so there's that.  

please join us in welcoming mr wow to the earthdoglife community!


my darling wiz...

last friday we helped wilson pass out of this life.  it was time and we were at peace with the decision knowing that it was the best thing for him.  somehow i convinced myself that all those things would make it easier.  somehow i convinced myself that it wasn’t tragic so i would miss him but i would be okay – i would survive.  somehow i convinced myself that i’m like a professional at dog loss at this point and i would be okay.  even though i’m a person who gets sad when i reach a book’s end because i’ll “miss” the characters i convinced myself i would be okay.  i fell for it lock, stock and barrel…i, folks, am a dumbass.

we had a dear friend in from out of town this weekend so that was a great distraction and then the beginning of the week we had a rare snow/ice storm and that was another great distraction.  and then wednesday hit and the distractions ran out and so did my ability to lull myself into believing i was okay.   the devastation and loss hit and it hit hard. 

wilson (aka the wiz, whopper, puddle, lil man) was an enormous presence in a very little body.  he wasn’t like most of the other rescues that have come through our lives – he knew he was awesome and he knew that we loved him…i don’t think he thought there was an alternative.  he was 12 lbs of spirit and love with just a little pinch of hate.

there’s so much to say about him:  how even though his immune-mediated disease took his sight it never changed him, how tough he was, how entertaining he was, how if i had a lap he was in it yet he bit me constantly, and how much of a true terrier he was.  to me the item of most importance though is how woven into the fabric of our life he was.  i don’t remember him not being here – i don’t remember a time without him.  that can be attributed to his diminutive size and loss of sight and needing to be constantly aware of where he was but i think it’s more an indication of the vastness of his spirit...the lil man was a fighter, a character and a total dream of a dog, warts and all.  

he was one of 17 dogs, he weighed less than half of the dog closest to him in size and he was blind but he didn’t take crap from anyone and he dished a whole lot of his own out…that was my dear wiz and he will never be forgotten. 



a few weeks ago we decided to foster another dog for snooty giggles, asprey beach.  she’s a 7-year-old french bulldog who had recently been through some traumatic changes and she pulled quite hard at my heart strings.  in probably the span of a month or so she was hit by a car and had a leg amputated, her owner died and then the family or friends dropped her rather unceremoniously at a shelter in kentucky.  fortunately snooty giggles came to her rescue and started her on her new life. 

we were "fostering" her basically knowing that if she was happy in a pack scenario and fit in well she would likely be staying as she certainly didn’t need any more changes in her life unless they were for her benefit.  a few days before the handoff was happening shawn (who runs snooty giggles) texted me saying “i don’t think she can hear.”  so let’s distill this down…she’s got 3 legs and she’s deaf…oh yeah she’s a colella.

basically i’ve cut to the chase so here’s the lady who shall hereto forward be known as mabel:


she takes the chaos here in stride and seems pretty nonplussed with everything.  she definitely seems dulled down by how life has hit her and it didn’t help that a few days after transitioning here she had to have surgery to repair a hernia...that blow pretty much negated any progress she had made here.  


we’re starting to see a glimmer in her eyes though and i can say for certain she’s going to show herself to be quite the character.  as of now her grunts, snorts and snuffles crack us up.   the one place where she always seems happy and really shines is on our daily walks and it's quite a delightful sight.  


it would seem i've inexplicably landed myself quite the midget any given moment i'm followed by 5 little weebles.

here's a few more shots of able mabel that i love: