I started this posting the better part of a year ago (actually looking back at the log I realize it was Aug 2007). You see I was convinced then, that our Old English Sheepdog, Oreo, was about to pass away and I was sad. Really sad. That sadness went the way of the miracle hotdog.
The Miracle Hotdog. Blessed be the Miracle Hotdog! Long live Oscar Meyer. Bust out the Boar’s Head, All hail Nathan’s best. Kayem and Sabrette rock. The Hotdog as canine savior!
Oreo was battling lyme disease and was barely moving. Heck, she was barely breathing. That is when my brother decided it would be a good idea to give her a hotdog. Why I don’t’ know. She opened her eyes and with little energy ate each piece of hotdog that my brother fed to her.
In the next few hours Oreo’s breathing was stronger and in a matter of a day she was back to her stubborn, “I am the Princess don’t fuck with me,” attitude. In the months that followed she was, well herself.
Well today I write because there was only one miracle hotdog and our Oreo passed away last night.
I am so thankful for the past 18 plus months that the Miracle Hotdog gave us with Oreo. We had a great ride and a great many more adventures. Whether it was a drive somewhere or a simple walk in the woods, it was great. Plus Oreo was able to meet and help shape Otis (the leg breaker himself) our 1 year old sheepdog.
Here is what I wrote then –
It’s hard for me to write this as I can barely see the screen cuz my eyes are overflowing with tears. Tears of great saddness. You see, one of our dogs, Oreo passed away today. Damn it hurts. She was the most beautiful Old English Sheepdog you ever met. Beautiful both physically and beautiful in spirit. Damn she was a pain in the ass.
We adopted her from the New England Old English Sheepdog Rescue folks. They’re a great organization and can be found on the web at http://www.neoesr.org/main.htm.
We got her when she was about 4 years old and definitely full of herself. Over the years she has fit right into our family of animals, albeit we’re down to a single sheep dog now.
She was both strong willed, stubborn and most of all very lovable. She loved to sit between the two front bucket seats whenever we went for a ride and she loved to go for a ride. She was one tough dog.
She had the most amazing bark when she wanted something. You know, one of those barks that goes clear on through to your soul. We will miss her.
Zooming back to today – I gotta go now, Otis the leg breaker just decided to intrude on this moment of reflection and defiantly shit on the rug. I think the baton has been passed.
Here is a photo of Otis (on the left) explaining how he broke my leg to Oreo
Long live Oreo and the Miracle of the Hotdog