Hopey-ona-Ropey

Well like my mother has said, dogs lives' always have a beginning, a middle and a end and it is always too short. Many dogs have come in and out of my life, some more special than others and some have taught me more lessons than others. Hope (aka Monk or Hopey-ona-Ropey) came into my life by total accident but is here to stay forever. On December 14th, 2003 I arrived at the Bellevue Humane Society to rescue one of our Gordon Setters that had been turned in. While walking down the long cold aisle of the humane society I found Windi (gordon setter) and directly acrossed from her was Hope. Hope was so happy to see me and as she jumped on the fence I realized that she had a cowlic up the back of her neck just like Queenie (my first dobe) and at that moment I knew I needed to take her home. The first thing I had to do was get Windi out and then second was to bust out Hope too. I called home and got Mom on the phone, I begged her to let me bring her home, ultimately it was Jeff that said, bring her home. So I loaded both, Hope and Windi up in the back of the Mazada, no crates, no blankies, no nothing! Bless both the girls' hearts they slept all the way home, I am sure relieved to be the heck out of that place. Once home, I unloaded the girls and read Hope's paperwork, her actual name was Galadriel! Yikes! So that night at dinner we as a family decided to re-name Hope. Techincally, we named her Hope, in 'hopes' to find her a new home. It was Christmas time and she was so cute, how hard could it be. Truth be told, we never even looked. 4 days later, Queenie passed away of Spleenic Torsion. I was devasted, she was my whole world, and to this day almost 7 years later I still miss her. Maybe someday I will get around to telling her story but even now it sometimes brings me to tears to talk about her. Back to Hope, she has never left and has turned out to be the best dog. HOWEVER, I could write an entire novel on all the things she has eaten, to include, 3 bags of chocolate chips (on different occasions), a quiche, homemade pumpkin pie, multiple stuffed toys (to many to count), plastic of all types, anything she might find in the trash and her latest adventure the enalapril. We paid $98.50 to bust her out of the humane society, but I am forever in debted to her for being there for me whenever I needed her for the last 7 years. She lived at school with me, and we used to dress her up in a pink tube top with bows on her feet and take her to parties with us. She drinks beer from a bottle and is all round great ambassdor for the breed. So her beginning was completely unplanned and her middle has been nothing less then crazy, and as we approach the golden years I am going to each enjoy each moment I have with her. We love you Monk! Now stay out of the trash and off the counter!!!