In celebration of The Raisin’s time on this earth she asked me to have her turn posting on my Facebook page and to also post her thoughts on our Adventure Blog since she was part of so many of our family adventures. Although Raisin is the resident electronics’ expert at the Dally household she will admit that she is all paws on the keyboard. I now turn today’s(technically yesterday’s) posts (and this blog posting) over to The Raisin.
I knew when I joined the Dally household over 9 years ago today that my time would be limited. I had my work cut out for me. It is no small feat to attempt to properly train a batch of stubborn, unpredictable and know-it-all humans but I gave them every ounce of energy, attention and determination I had in my stocky furry body. I may have shown up with rolls of wrinkles, soft perfect pink paws and a wagging tail but inside my pudgy package beat the heart of a warrior. Some of their flaws I have had success in modifying (they need constant daily training) include keeping a strict schedule each and every day. Although it was tempting to let them sleep in on the weekends, eat at different times each day and come and go as they please I have worked tirelessly to keep them on track.
I have also broken down their irritating habits of attempting to keep their floors spotless (muddy paws will happen), sleeping all night (when you gotta go you gotta go) and not sharing their human food with the furry family members (my little brother Jay will need to continue working the perfect puppy dog eye’s).
Being part of the Dally family has also been a slightly undignified and embarrassing experience. I have attempted daily to teach and share the way of the Shar-Pei with them. Stoic, regal and unmoving are my personal Pei motto and yet they continue to be goofy, silly and way too emotional. Whoever created dog clothing must be punished. I ask you is it really necessary for us to wear matching outfits to every dog fundraiser in town? And don’t even get me started on Halloween costumes and pictures with Santa Paws. Thank goodness I never cracked a smile for the employees at drive through windows, have always growled at anyone at the front door (even if I already know them) and have managed to look unimpressed with every stranger I have met.
I have taken my job as personal human protector, home invader preventer and schedule keeper very seriously. To date our home has never been breached by cats, squirrels or Fed Ex drivers. I have also managed to maintain my personal decorum while camping (no bear, deer or fish attacks), at the dog parks (don’t you dare expect me to fetch that) and on the trail (don’t even look at my human or talk to them).
Today was a fantastic Pei day! Two walks in the neighborhood, an off leash walk at Eagle Island State Park, Coffee “Puppuccino” from Starbucks, my very own Happy Meal from McDonald’s (mom said no Diet Coke for me though) and quality time with Alex. And the best news of all is I am finally free from lung cancer. Thank you Dr. Kathi for a beautiful and peaceful send off this afternoon.
I have left my legacy in my baby brothers paws. I will admit I do have my reservations about Jay filling my shoes. Seriously no respecting Shar-Pei asks for belly rubs. And he can be seriously goofy and annoying wanting to play with his toys (everyone knows they are only for shredding and not playing). But I have done the best I can to mentor him in the fine arts of being an Alpha dog. Such important lessons as selective listening when being spoken to, pretending to be asleep when it is time for early morning walks (I fooled them many times and got to sleep an extra hour) and how to growl without barking (why waste the energy) have been demonstrated time and time again. I have also imparted with Jay the tricks I use to try to sit up in the front of Daddy’s truck and where the best sun beams are in the living room during the day to nap in.
You may be wondering what I have in store now that I can breathe again and am free from constant discomfort and pain. I have heard a lot of whispers and rumors about Rainbow bridges, peaceful meadows and endless frolicking but you know a warrior Pei like me is meant for much grander missions. You see I have also heard of people on earth who mistreat my furry brothers and sisters in this world and it has always bothered me that I was not there to stand up for those that could not. So a word to those who have not treated the canines of this world with love, respect and kindness. My name is The Raisin, I am waiting for you and I am permanently off leash!