>[Updated to add a picture of a Portuguese Water Dog at Squadratomagico’s request.]
I meant to post this yesterday, but for some strange reason my computer wouldn’t connect to our wireless network. Poor Bullock had to redo the network from scratch — new name, new channel, new key, etc. — for my computer to connect. This is the second time this has happened and neither of us knows why. It’s annoying as hell, too.
Anyway, Wiley left with the Pastry Pirate on Monday morning and we’ve missed him terribly since. If we get our own dog, it won’t be until I get back from my London trip (word to the folks also in London this summer, I’ll be there June 24 to July 21). I still don’t know what kind of dog we’ll get, though I have to say I met my first Portuguese Water Dog the other day and I’m still enamored, though the breed may be a little too energetic for our household. Bullock and I were in the living room and watching the neighbors across the street load tons of large size trash onto the curb — we were trying to guess what was going on: remodelling? cleaning out the parents’ house for a move to a retirement home? getting ready to sell? — when a dog walker came down the street and Bullock said, “Hey, isnt’t that a Portuguese Water Dog?” At which point I raced out the front door and asked to be introduced. The dog was a 2 1/2 year old male named Ghost, and still acted very puppy-like in his excitement to meet me (though he didn’t jump on me — good boy!). He was so sweet and eager to please, and once I stopped loving him up (what soft fur! what a sweet lovey-dovey personality!) and started asking his human about the breed, Ghost happily sat in the grass and waited for the humans to be done — though he was clearly excited and eager to be on his way on his adventurous walk, since he was panting with anticipation.
If you’ve never seen a Portie, here’s a picture of a young brown one named Dakota, copied from this site. Dakota was bred by Timber Oaks Portuguese Water Dogs of Traverse City, MI. Since the picture’s not mine, if the Timber Oaks folks come by and ask me to take it down, I will, but I wanted to use it for illustrative purposes, since the Portie I met, Ghost, looked like a black version of Dakota.
*Anyway* since a Portie is a non-shedding breed, that would solve the thing we liked least about having a large shedding dog — the hair, my god, the hair (which, as New Kid points out, will ALWAYS be with us). Here it is nearly a week later and though Wiley is gone, his hair reminds us of his 4+ months with us, and makes us all the more sad that he’s not there. After all, it’s depressing to still have some of the bad things about dog ownership — the hair, the smelly vacuum cleaner (I have to change the bag and filter) — and yet no soft and fuzzy and funny and fascinating creature to show for it. Wah!
So here are some final pictures of Wiley as a tribute, taken by the Pirate during her visit (I haven’t uploaded mine yet). First, here’s Mister Sister (one of Bullock’s many names for Wiley other than, well, Wiley) hoping instensely that Bullock will give him some of that leftover chicken he’s got (at least, I assume Wiley doesn’t want a martini — note glass):
I like this picture of Wiley. If you take out the week and a half of dizziness and hospital stays from the ear infection, this picture pretty much sums up his stay with us: contented and spoiled rotten. I think of it as having been our only chance to be grandparents of sorts, or the cool aunt and uncle. Sorry, Pirate!
And so long, Wiley! We’ll miss you! I hope we see you again soon!
Aunt Virago and Uncle Bullock
PS — I just noticed that the Pirate also has put up both of these pictures on her blog, plus the other one I thought about putting up, of Kittenheads (one of her many nicknames for him — why does no one call him by his actuall name???) back at her place. Wiley’s a star of the blogosphere!