Oh, wow! Where has the time gone? I have been so swamped with getting things done around here since I have been granted a few weeks off from work that I’ve hardly even touched the blog except to respond to comments and keep updated on the Facebook page that I failed to upload the post in celebration of Luna’s 11th birthday! Bad, bad dog Mom! Well, it’s a couple weeks late but here it goes.
It’s hard to believe that eleven years have passed since this little red brindle bundle we named Luna was blessed into our lives. She showed us the true and utter devotion in what the American Pit Bull Terrier truly stood for in life. She, even at her age, shows that zest and love of life even on the rare day that she is a bit stiff from over exerting herself in her quest for adventure.
She has been my guiding light in my darkest hour, the bearer of all things bright and beautiful and a whole gigantic portion of my heart that I didn’t know existed until I knew a young dog’s absolute and utter adoration. Luna has taught so many lessons and broken so many stereotypes that it’s hard to remember on many days that she is canine and not a small furry human being with all seeking wonderment in her eyes for whatever the day’s adventures may hold.
Without Luna, I wouldn’t have married my best friend. She helped cement that bond and because of it, we chose to marry on her birthday so that it would be a day that was always remembered even after she had long crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She has been there with us through thick and thin while we fought to find ourselves and become what we are – with our large family of seven dogs.
Luna is a teacher and by far the best one I’ve ever known. She never judges and always is there ready to try something new. I truly don’t know what I or my husband would do without her. She is our foundation. She is our shelter from the storm of life and we are both blessed to celebrate another phenomenal year with her sharing our beds, couches and our hearts and hope to have many, many more years to come with our beloved little redhead and her never say never attitude.
Six, long years ago a little black puppy was born in Snohomish, WA. She was the tiniest and most adorable looking wiggle worm imaginable. I knew by two weeks old she was to come home to me. It was a grueling 10 week wait until my little Star Puppy, Lyric, was finally home. Finally to be forever with me until time took her naughty self from me. The last six years have had their ups and downs. The trials and tribulations we went through were nothing short of the amazing when we finally succeeded – especially in weight pull.
Lyric, you’ve given me your all – complete with a myriad of faults – and you’ve shown me what heart is. I truly don’t deserve the absolute adoration and love you bestow upon me daily with unfailing loyalty and devotion. You’ve not been an easy dog to live with but you’ve made the most of every moment we’ve had together. I am so proud to call you MY dog and will be blessed for years to come with your antics lighting up my life for a very long time to come.
Here is to many, many more my little Tater Tot. Happy 6th birthday, Lyric. Let’s rock this world some more.
You weren’t a planned partner. You were only supposed to be a temporary fixture in our home back in 2009 and now look at you, my sweet boy. You’ve grown roots here and came to call this place home. We don’t know much about your past but what we do know about your future.
The last few years have been a trip. You’ve taught me a new lesson in life and in patience with every step we’ve taken. You’ve challenged me to grow as a trainer and dog fancier. You’ve given a whole new meaning to ‘walking vet bill’ with your antics as well but I couldn’t change a thing (except, maybe going a bit easier on the spending?!). You’re our little wonder bull. Our short bus who tried and could. Here is to many, many more years together. We still have many adventures we need to take and mountains we need to climb.
Happy 9th Birthday, Duo! We love you in all of your goofy ways!
I wasn’t exactly looking for another dog when Mika came into our lives but my husband was. He was sick and tired of me hoarding all of the dogs and he wanted a puppy of his own to train and work without my interference. I had suggested a few litters but nothing that spoke to him until our good friend Howard asked if we would be interested in one of his puppies – which I had secretly been watching because I loved the father of the litter. We jumped at the chance.
The rest is history. He got his sport dog (even if she’s not gotten a whole heck of a lot of titles just yet – she’s just a baby after all…or I’d like to think so still!) and we got one helluva wonderful dog that the nieces and nephews absolutely adore, is a good representative of the breed and has drive with an off switch. She truly is an amazing girl and has made us so proud with even the small amount of accomplishments she’s had so far (with many plans on the horizon!).
We’re proud of our baby girl and everything that she can and will accomplish over the many, many years we will have with our little minx. Happy birthday, baby girl! Here is to many, many more years together (but can you please stop lifting your leg like a boy?! Haha!).
Seriously, has it been seven years already? It’s honestly hard to believe that such a vast amount of time has passed since your little wiggly puppy self came into this world. In these many years, you have taught me so many valuable lessons in not only “dog stuff” but also a few lessons on a personal level as well. You were not only the dog I wanted but the dog I needed and for that, I am beyond grateful for you to have come into my life.
The trials and tribulations we’ve faced over the years are nothing in comparison to the fun adventures we’ve had. There are those special moments in time when I could have just hugged you to death because we faced something as a team that I had some serious measure of doubt in – like our first UCD leg. No matter how terrified I was or how utterly unprepared I felt, your cool brown eyes looked into my soul with an “I got this, Mom.” look and I knew we had it.
Here is to many, many more years, my friend and partner. You are my heart and soul. You are my teacher and my student. I don’t know what I would do without you. Happy birthday, baby boy.
It’s seriously hard to believe that my sweet little monster has finally hit the double digits but it’s true. While I struggle to face the reality that my heart and soul, my partner in crime and the biggest reason I’m so enamored with the American Pit Bull Terrier is getting up there in age, she seems to not have bothered to notice – unless, of course, I’ve missed her evening goodie before bedtime. We just can’t have that! Imagining her as a “senior” dog is really hard to believe when she continues to run the house with an iron paw and gallops around the yard like a yearling colt. This gal has seriously got everyone she meets wrapped around her little paw and the older she gets the better she gets at accomplishing it.
Later today (after I actually go to bed), we’ll be hitting all of her favorite places to pick out some extra special goodies. She’ll get to pick out as many toys as she could possibly desire and we will spend the day together with a trip to a fast food restaurant for some junk food and some ice cream to follow. She seems to know because she’s been badgering me even more today than usual.
She turned 10 years old, right? Can someone explain that to her?
I truly owe it to Luna, though, to celebrate her for the absolutely amazing dog that she is. She’s truly been that once in a million dog. Never did I expect to have this absolutely beautiful and incredibly intelligent little beast in my home. There are many days I don’t feel I deserve her kindness and unerring loyalty. She’s been there with us through thick and thin and given us the hope that only the love of a loyal dog can give. To imagine my life without her (or any of my other beloved dogs) would be to rip my soul from my body and cease to exist because it is far too painful to even consider.
Thank you, my love. I hope to spend many, many more years with you. While I thought you needed me, the reality of the matter is I needed you even more. Happy 10th birthday, Luna-girl. Here’s to eternity. I love you.
A day that started off shadowed in sadness for the loss of Ryker’s siblings, Sinbad and Hoover, who were murdered by Genesee County Animal Control four years ago ended in a bright future and four years of wonder and learning.
Lyric was born in Snohomish, Washington to Hitman and Trina (of Caragan Kennel) in a very large litter. She was the smallest of the lot and while many folks would have given up on her, despite her strong-willed nature, Cheryl didn’t. She saw something special in this feisty little baby and worked to make sure she thrived. I saw her for the first time in photos at two weeks old. I knew that, hell or high water, she was going to find a way to come to me. Luck was in my corner and she was able to come to Michigan with the aid of Paul and his wonderful wife. They were flying home with their beautiful boy, Simon, from the same litter and offered a ride to my little princess.
She came home with me on February 18, 2008 at the tender age of 10 weeks. I couldn’t believe how tiny she was and how unbelievably naughty she was! Simon outweighed her by quite a bit and she had no qualms body slamming him and shoving him around. I should have known right then and there what I was getting into!
It’s amazing how far we’ve come over the years. Lyric has never ceased to amaze me in what she is willing to do any how hard she tries to please her handler. Here’s to many more years together, Tater Tot. Momma loves you!