R.I.P. Pippi, 2005?-2015 Sadly, Pippi succumbed to stomach cancer in December, 2015. But she was such an important part of this blog and its narrative, that I’m leaving this page and keeping it all in present tense. Let it stand as her memorial, and may her memory be a blessing.
Meet Pippi, the official mascot of Quod She and the only character around here who’s too good for a pseudonym. (Though we do have a range of silly nicknames for her.)
Pippi the Brittany is more than just a dog. Pippi has more personality, more moods, and more schemes in her head (usually involving vanquishing squirrels) than any other companion creature I’ve known. I swear, we keep expecting her to open her mouth and start talking one of these days, and we won’t be in the least surprised if that happens. But maybe that’s because she’s *our* dog and we’re ridiculously attached to her. And since we don’t have kids, she’s our family. She’s who we fuss over and worry about. We take her home at the holidays (Bullock’s mother has a picture of her on her Christmas tree along with the actual grandchildren) and we feel bad when we go places we can’t take her. She also happens to be the most photogenic resident of this household, so she makes frequent appearances on this blog.
Pippi is also a poster child for rescue dogs. She’s about as well-adjusted and trainable a dog you’d ever want, and yet we didn’t have her until she was fully grown, and we have no idea what her past was. We adopted her in March, 2008, from National Brittany Rescue and Adoption Network, when she was about two years old. For the previous two months, she’d been living with foster parents volunteering for NBRAN, after she was found as a stray — a matted, bedraggled stray — in another part of the state. Who knows what her history was before then. We actually wanted another dog at first, but were rejected as potential adopters for that dog (we were noobs and that dog was a little more high-maintenance — I can kind of understand). I was heartbroken, but then Pippi appeared on the website, under the temporary name Rowan. From the minute I saw her thoughtful, freckled face, I fell in love. (You can read about that process, including the other names we considered, and see early pictures of her with her hair shaved down here and here.) Pippi’s been a part of our pack ever since.