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Wednesday was born on Sunday July 22, 1979 at 10 A.M.. She was first in a litter of five, with the fifth puppy born two days later.
Elizabeth, her mother, ran around our basement in a kind of panic as Wednesday traveled her birth canal. This resulted in Wednesday landing on her head on the concrete basement floor. I immediately retrieved her and placed her mother with the newborn pup under the ping pong table where an old mattress had been placed with some bedding as a comfortable nesting area. Elizabeth stayed put now and delivered the next three in the litter. On the morning of the 24th there was much to our surprise another puppy born over night. That turned out later as quite a nice surprise, especially for my Mom & Dad.
Wednesday proved slightly kooky as the years rolled on. She had a little bit of a temper and nipped me a couple of times when she had contrary ideas as to what we were doing, however she never took a bite out of anybody. She didn't like to be suddenly awakened in particular. Maybe that fall on the head in the opening moments of her life had something to do with it. I always wondered about that which is why she is known as the wonder dog.
My folks had a dog at the time Wednesday was born, his name was George. George was a cockapoo, and quite a randy dog he was. In the late spring of 1980 Wednesday had her first freshness and somehow despite all my efforts, George impregnated her. Rumor had it my wayward teen age brother was the matchmaker here when no one was home to object. Nevertheless Wednesday was with puppies and she had them in August of 1980. Eight puppies was enough and Wednesday turned out to be a great mother and all the puppies were beautiful. It wasn't hard to find them homes in the neighborhood as everyone wanted a dog like these little guys at the time. Wednesday parted with her pups one by one without incident and resumed her youthful doggy life. The only change would be a spaying before her next heat, and that was accomplished without any problems.
I shared a house starting in the fall of 1980 with a school day chum named John and he just loved Wednesday so very much. He even invented little nicknames for her. After a couple years he asked me if he could have her, a question which I wasn't expecting and wasn't prepared for at all. I had to think about this for some time. Tough decision it was to be. John was a very good friend and I would later become the best man at his wedding, but Wednesday was my baby. What to do? At this time John wasn't engaged yet. Nor was he dating or had even met his wife to be. After a few days I asked him what if he had to make a choice later between the dog and a girl, could you handle that. John hadn't contemplated things that far down the road and had to ponder it. After a spell he decided to ask if I really wanted to give her up, and I said "no, not really, but if I had to you'd be my choice". He smiled and said "that's cool, let me know if that ever happens". It never did. About three years after this conversation I was his best man on April 13, 1985, so he had held no hard feelings. I moved out and as far as I know his wife and he did not eventually own a dog. Good decision by me to keep her, the dog, that is.
Wednesday, Elizabeth and I moved to Florida in 1987. My soon to become fiancee', Jill loved the dogs and they loved her. By now they were well into middle age and very calm. Wednesday was always a wonder, even as an old dog. After Elizabeth died in 1991, she was visibly affected. It was really remarkable the look of her face. I have the pictures of her to prove it. We were all so sad. Even the house itself seemed sad.
We persevered though and got past it. Wednesday was now the family dog, alone by her own right. She was a great guard dog for my young daughter and alerted us immediately of any possible dangers. She was a sweet old doggie now.
By the end of 1996 she was over 17 years old and starting to fade. Then one day after Christmas she started to vomit blood. Time was coming quickly for a difficult decision. By March there was nothing more medically we could do for her and she went to sleep for the last time at 12 noon exactly March 6, 1997. She was 17 years 7 months old. We all cried that night, but were grateful to have her for so very long. Wednesday also visits me in dreams on wonderful nights, usually with her mother but not always.
Wednesday was born on Sunday July 22, 1979 at 10 A.M.. She was first in a litter of five, with the fifth puppy born two days later.
Elizabeth, her mother, ran around our basement in a kind of panic as Wednesday traveled her birth canal. This resulted in Wednesday landing on her head on the concrete basement floor. I immediately retrieved her and placed her mother with the newborn pup under the ping pong table where an old mattress had been placed with some bedding as a comfortable nesting area. Elizabeth stayed put now and delivered the next three in the litter. On the morning of the 24th there was much to our surprise another puppy born over night. That turned out later as quite a nice surprise, especially for my Mom & Dad.
Wednesday proved slightly kooky as the years rolled on. She had a little bit of a temper and nipped me a couple of times when she had contrary ideas as to what we were doing, however she never took a bite out of anybody. She didn't like to be suddenly awakened in particular. Maybe that fall on the head in the opening moments of her life had something to do with it. I always wondered about that which is why she is known as the wonder dog.
My folks had a dog at the time Wednesday was born, his name was George. George was a cockapoo, and quite a randy dog he was. In the late spring of 1980 Wednesday had her first freshness and somehow despite all my efforts, George impregnated her. Rumor had it my wayward teen age brother was the matchmaker here when no one was home to object. Nevertheless Wednesday was with puppies and she had them in August of 1980. Eight puppies was enough and Wednesday turned out to be a great mother and all the puppies were beautiful. It wasn't hard to find them homes in the neighborhood as everyone wanted a dog like these little guys at the time. Wednesday parted with her pups one by one without incident and resumed her youthful doggy life. The only change would be a spaying before her next heat, and that was accomplished without any problems.
I shared a house starting in the fall of 1980 with a school day chum named John and he just loved Wednesday so very much. He even invented little nicknames for her. After a couple years he asked me if he could have her, a question which I wasn't expecting and wasn't prepared for at all. I had to think about this for some time. Tough decision it was to be. John was a very good friend and I would later become the best man at his wedding, but Wednesday was my baby. What to do? At this time John wasn't engaged yet. Nor was he dating or had even met his wife to be. After a few days I asked him what if he had to make a choice later between the dog and a girl, could you handle that. John hadn't contemplated things that far down the road and had to ponder it. After a spell he decided to ask if I really wanted to give her up, and I said "no, not really, but if I had to you'd be my choice". He smiled and said "that's cool, let me know if that ever happens". It never did. About three years after this conversation I was his best man on April 13, 1985, so he had held no hard feelings. I moved out and as far as I know his wife and he did not eventually own a dog. Good decision by me to keep her, the dog, that is.
Wednesday, Elizabeth and I moved to Florida in 1987. My soon to become fiancee', Jill loved the dogs and they loved her. By now they were well into middle age and very calm. Wednesday was always a wonder, even as an old dog. After Elizabeth died in 1991, she was visibly affected. It was really remarkable the look of her face. I have the pictures of her to prove it. We were all so sad. Even the house itself seemed sad.
We persevered though and got past it. Wednesday was now the family dog, alone by her own right. She was a great guard dog for my young daughter and alerted us immediately of any possible dangers. She was a sweet old doggie now.
By the end of 1996 she was over 17 years old and starting to fade. Then one day after Christmas she started to vomit blood. Time was coming quickly for a difficult decision. By March there was nothing more medically we could do for her and she went to sleep for the last time at 12 noon exactly March 6, 1997. She was 17 years 7 months old. We all cried that night, but were grateful to have her for so very long. Wednesday also visits me in dreams on wonderful nights, usually with her mother but not always.
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Wednesday was born on Sunday July 22, 1979 at 10 A.M.. She was first in a litter of five, with the fifth puppy born two days later.
Elizabeth, her mother, ran around our basement in a kind of panic as Wednesday traveled her birth canal. This resulted in Wednesday landing on her head on the concrete basement floor. I immediately retrieved her and placed her mother with the newborn pup under the ping pong table where an old mattress had been placed with some bedding as a comfortable nesting area. Elizabeth stayed put now and delivered the next three in the litter. On the morning of the 24th there was much to our surprise another puppy born over night. That turned out later as quite a nice surprise, especially for my Mom & Dad.
Wednesday proved slightly kooky as the years rolled on. She had a little bit of a temper and nipped me a couple of times when she had contrary ideas as to what we were doing, however she never took a bite out of anybody. She didn't like to be suddenly awakened in particular. Maybe that fall on the head in the opening moments of her life had something to do with it. I always wondered about that which is why she is known as the wonder dog.
My folks had a dog at the time Wednesday was born, his name was George. George was a cockapoo, and quite a randy dog he was. In the late spring of 1980 Wednesday had her first freshness and somehow despite all my efforts, George impregnated her. Rumor had it my wayward teen age brother was the matchmaker here when no one was home to object. Nevertheless Wednesday was with puppies and she had them in August of 1980. Eight puppies was enough and Wednesday turned out to be a great mother and all the puppies were beautiful. It wasn't hard to find them homes in the neighborhood as everyone wanted a dog like these little guys at the time. Wednesday parted with her pups one by one without incident and resumed her youthful doggy life. The only change would be a spaying before her next heat, and that was accomplished without any problems.
I shared a house starting in the fall of 1980 with a school day chum named John and he just loved Wednesday so very much. He even invented little nicknames for her. After a couple years he asked me if he could have her, a question which I wasn't expecting and wasn't prepared for at all. I had to think about this for some time. Tough decision it was to be. John was a very good friend and I would later become the best man at his wedding, but Wednesday was my baby. What to do? At this time John wasn't engaged yet. Nor was he dating or had even met his wife to be. After a few days I asked him what if he had to make a choice later between the dog and a girl, could you handle that. John hadn't contemplated things that far down the road and had to ponder it. After a spell he decided to ask if I really wanted to give her up, and I said "no, not really, but if I had to you'd be my choice". He smiled and said "that's cool, let me know if that ever happens". It never did. About three years after this conversation I was his best man on April 13, 1985, so he had held no hard feelings. I moved out and as far as I know his wife and he did not eventually own a dog. Good decision by me to keep her, the dog, that is.
Wednesday, Elizabeth and I moved to Florida in 1987. My soon to become fiancee', Jill loved the dogs and they loved her. By now they were well into middle age and very calm. Wednesday was always a wonder, even as an old dog. After Elizabeth died in 1991, she was visibly affected. It was really remarkable the look of her face. I have the pictures of her to prove it. We were all so sad. Even the house itself seemed sad.
We persevered though and got past it. Wednesday was now the family dog, alone by her own right. She was a great guard dog for my young daughter and alerted us immediately of any possible dangers. She was a sweet old doggie now.
By the end of 1996 she was over 17 years old and starting to fade. Then one day after Christmas she started to vomit blood. Time was coming quickly for a difficult decision. By March there was nothing more medically we could do for her and she went to sleep for the last time at 12 noon exactly March 6, 1997. She was 17 years 7 months old. We all cried that night, but were grateful to have her for so very long. Wednesday also visits me in dreams on wonderful nights, usually with her mother but not always.
Wednesday was born on Sunday July 22, 1979 at 10 A.M.. She was first in a litter of five, with the fifth puppy born two days later.
Elizabeth, her mother, ran around our basement in a kind of panic as Wednesday traveled her birth canal. This resulted in Wednesday landing on her head on the concrete basement floor. I immediately retrieved her and placed her mother with the newborn pup under the ping pong table where an old mattress had been placed with some bedding as a comfortable nesting area. Elizabeth stayed put now and delivered the next three in the litter. On the morning of the 24th there was much to our surprise another puppy born over night. That turned out later as quite a nice surprise, especially for my Mom & Dad.
Wednesday proved slightly kooky as the years rolled on. She had a little bit of a temper and nipped me a couple of times when she had contrary ideas as to what we were doing, however she never took a bite out of anybody. She didn't like to be suddenly awakened in particular. Maybe that fall on the head in the opening moments of her life had something to do with it. I always wondered about that which is why she is known as the wonder dog.
My folks had a dog at the time Wednesday was born, his name was George. George was a cockapoo, and quite a randy dog he was. In the late spring of 1980 Wednesday had her first freshness and somehow despite all my efforts, George impregnated her. Rumor had it my wayward teen age brother was the matchmaker here when no one was home to object. Nevertheless Wednesday was with puppies and she had them in August of 1980. Eight puppies was enough and Wednesday turned out to be a great mother and all the puppies were beautiful. It wasn't hard to find them homes in the neighborhood as everyone wanted a dog like these little guys at the time. Wednesday parted with her pups one by one without incident and resumed her youthful doggy life. The only change would be a spaying before her next heat, and that was accomplished without any problems.
I shared a house starting in the fall of 1980 with a school day chum named John and he just loved Wednesday so very much. He even invented little nicknames for her. After a couple years he asked me if he could have her, a question which I wasn't expecting and wasn't prepared for at all. I had to think about this for some time. Tough decision it was to be. John was a very good friend and I would later become the best man at his wedding, but Wednesday was my baby. What to do? At this time John wasn't engaged yet. Nor was he dating or had even met his wife to be. After a few days I asked him what if he had to make a choice later between the dog and a girl, could you handle that. John hadn't contemplated things that far down the road and had to ponder it. After a spell he decided to ask if I really wanted to give her up, and I said "no, not really, but if I had to you'd be my choice". He smiled and said "that's cool, let me know if that ever happens". It never did. About three years after this conversation I was his best man on April 13, 1985, so he had held no hard feelings. I moved out and as far as I know his wife and he did not eventually own a dog. Good decision by me to keep her, the dog, that is.
Wednesday, Elizabeth and I moved to Florida in 1987. My soon to become fiancee', Jill loved the dogs and they loved her. By now they were well into middle age and very calm. Wednesday was always a wonder, even as an old dog. After Elizabeth died in 1991, she was visibly affected. It was really remarkable the look of her face. I have the pictures of her to prove it. We were all so sad. Even the house itself seemed sad.
We persevered though and got past it. Wednesday was now the family dog, alone by her own right. She was a great guard dog for my young daughter and alerted us immediately of any possible dangers. She was a sweet old doggie now.
By the end of 1996 she was over 17 years old and starting to fade. Then one day after Christmas she started to vomit blood. Time was coming quickly for a difficult decision. By March there was nothing more medically we could do for her and she went to sleep for the last time at 12 noon exactly March 6, 1997. She was 17 years 7 months old. We all cried that night, but were grateful to have her for so very long. Wednesday also visits me in dreams on wonderful nights, usually with her mother but not always.
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