4 Dog Mother
05-27-2003, 11:34 AM
Dazzi was given to us by a man who worked for a paper company whose company supplied our office with its paper products. Today I found out that he dropped dead of a massive heart attack over the weekend. He was 41 years old. I just can't believe it. He did have a weight problem but as far as I know knew nothing of a heart problem.
When he gave Dazzi to us had been recently divorced and was trying to sell his house. Dazzi being the light colored golden retriever mix she is, was shedding that long hair everywhere making it hard for him to keep the house looking nice to show. Plus the apartment he was going to move into did not allow pets so he decided to give her to a good home and came asking around our office.
He had gotten Dazzi from a shelter in Lima, Ohio. He had had her for about 6 months when he gave her to us. (so she came to us about 1 1/2 years old - she is now 3). I couldn't stand the thought of her going back to the shelter so I told him to bring her over. - Just her, not her stuff. But when he came, he had her, her kennel, two beds, shampoo, toys, leashes, stake-out chains, dog food, treats, everything. I have to say - I wasn't sure I wanted her. The dog I had wanted and had been given to someone else was a chocolate lab mix. About as different from Dazzi as night and day. The only thing he asked that we keep her name the same. He wouldn't tell us why but that the name meant something to him. He had the dash over her name so people would know to pronounce it like Daisy but I don't add it since most of my writing about her is on the computer and I don't know how to do that on a computer.
But it didn't take long for Dazzi to fill our hearts with love. She is the perfect dog - well sort of. She was house-trained, she stays in the yard without a leash, she doesn't chew on things she is not suppose to, she is just as sweet as can be. (Except when she is at the dog park and for some reason, attacking dogs that she has determined are a threat to her adopted pups, Snoopy and Taggert). Dazzi was the first dog we had after getting Oreo some 11 years before. Oreo is such a strange dog - that Dazzi is what started my need to give and get love from more dogs. (And now having 5 is proof of that)
I can't believe that Ron is dead. He is the one who made me realize how many good dogs are at the shelters. Dazzi was trained by someone and trained well - although they must have used some intimidation because at first when she didn't do exactly as we told her, she would come cringing back to us. We are sad that Ron is gone but happy that we came to know him because without him we would not have our Dazzi.
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When he gave Dazzi to us had been recently divorced and was trying to sell his house. Dazzi being the light colored golden retriever mix she is, was shedding that long hair everywhere making it hard for him to keep the house looking nice to show. Plus the apartment he was going to move into did not allow pets so he decided to give her to a good home and came asking around our office.
He had gotten Dazzi from a shelter in Lima, Ohio. He had had her for about 6 months when he gave her to us. (so she came to us about 1 1/2 years old - she is now 3). I couldn't stand the thought of her going back to the shelter so I told him to bring her over. - Just her, not her stuff. But when he came, he had her, her kennel, two beds, shampoo, toys, leashes, stake-out chains, dog food, treats, everything. I have to say - I wasn't sure I wanted her. The dog I had wanted and had been given to someone else was a chocolate lab mix. About as different from Dazzi as night and day. The only thing he asked that we keep her name the same. He wouldn't tell us why but that the name meant something to him. He had the dash over her name so people would know to pronounce it like Daisy but I don't add it since most of my writing about her is on the computer and I don't know how to do that on a computer.
But it didn't take long for Dazzi to fill our hearts with love. She is the perfect dog - well sort of. She was house-trained, she stays in the yard without a leash, she doesn't chew on things she is not suppose to, she is just as sweet as can be. (Except when she is at the dog park and for some reason, attacking dogs that she has determined are a threat to her adopted pups, Snoopy and Taggert). Dazzi was the first dog we had after getting Oreo some 11 years before. Oreo is such a strange dog - that Dazzi is what started my need to give and get love from more dogs. (And now having 5 is proof of that)
I can't believe that Ron is dead. He is the one who made me realize how many good dogs are at the shelters. Dazzi was trained by someone and trained well - although they must have used some intimidation because at first when she didn't do exactly as we told her, she would come cringing back to us. We are sad that Ron is gone but happy that we came to know him because without him we would not have our Dazzi.
http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid58/p1c1ab381849af0979f3e71e24e39c353/fc67ee3e.jpg