The Highs and Lows of Living with Dogs

   

    Many things have had happened since I last wrote my blog. One of the biggest things to happen was Josie was adopted. She now has a forever home with kids and no dogs to tease. She does have a few things she will need to unlearn.
     I've got a new movie review. I went to a theater
in Indy with my mum to watch the new Japanese movie, Shin Godzilla. Shin Godzilla was spectacular! It was a good throw back to previous Godzilla movies and made a different but still iconic version of Godzilla. My only problem with the movie was how they talked about some heavy science stuff and rushed through it. We have a theory they rushed through it because they had no idea what they were talking about. I would give the movie an A rating. It was also fun to count the number of Godzilla shirts in the theater.
   
 Now we get to the heavy stuff. As some of you know, we had to say goodbye to Lizzie on Thursday. After close to 15 years, she was ready to cross over to the Rainbow Bridge. Lizzie had a tumor in her intestines. Let's not focus on the bad, let's focus on who Lizzie was. We got Lizzie as a foster. She was skinny and timid. We did do a darn good job of  putting some meat on her bones. Lizzie warmed up to us pretty quickly, but she was always a little wary of most people. Lizzie would look ticked off  most of the time, but we knew she was a sweet girl. Except there were times she wasn't happy with Hoover. She would stare Hoover down if he was hogging her bedroom. She loved to boss Hoover around. They were like Nikita and Wiley. The girls would rule over the boys.

      She could be openly affectionate but on her own terms. She would back up into us to have her hips rubbed. I think Lizzie enjoyed walks more than hip rubs. Whenever the word "walk" was uttered, you could guarantee the house would be filled with woo-woo's. When we opened the door, Lizzie would almost wear herself out, running up and down the sidewalk. 

    There were a few mysteries about Lizzie. She knew when it was time for dinner every night at 8:00. She would run downstairs and bark until someone came down to feed her. The puzzling part of this though is that she rarely finished her food. There were nights Hoover would help finish her dinner for her.
      In all, Lizzie was a spectacular girl. She was caring and energetic. We will all miss Hoover's third momma.